“Senden Sonra Ben” – Aşkın En Sessiz Çığlığı | Türkçe Slow Pop (Official Music Video)

 


“Senden Sonra Ben” – Aşkın En Sessiz Çığlığı | Türkçe Slow Pop (Official Music Video)


“Senden Sonra Ben”, aşkın ardından gelen sessiz bir çığlık…
Türkçe slow müzik tarzındaki bu duygusal şarkı, kaybedilen bir sevdanın ardından içte kalan sızıları, yalnızlığı ve yeniden ayağa kalkma çabasını anlatıyor.
Türkçe slow pop ve modern pop tınılarını klasik aşk şarkısı dokusuyla birleştiriyor.

“Senden Sonra Ben” ile hislerin sesini dinle…

🔔 Daha fazla duygusal Türkçe pop şarkısı için kanala abone olmayı unutma.

🎧 Söz & Müzik: MESEN

[Verse 1]
Senden sonra ben, ben olamadım,
Tam olan cümleler kuramadım…
Resmin, gülümserken duvarımda…
Zaman bile geçmeye utandı...

[Verse 2]
Senden sonra ben, ben olamadım,
Ne gece bitti, ne gündüz geçti…
Kahveler soğurken fincanda
Kadehim hiç boş kalmaz masada

[Nakarat]
Senden sonra ben, ben olamadım,
Umudu kalbimden atamadım,
Adını andıkça yandı içim...
Maziye sığınıp, ağlamadım…

[Verse 3]
Senden sonra ben, ben olamadım,
Sustu şehir sustu tüm şarkılar
Ruhumu sardı kalın bir duvar
Ucuz bir roman gibi anılar…

[Bridge]
Dönüp durdukça feleğin çarkı
Bir umutla söylenir bu şarkı,
Gün gelir kesişir yine yollar,
Kavuşur hasret dolu bakışlar


[Nakarat – Final]
Senden sonra ben - ben olamadım,
Umudu kalbimden atamadım,
Adını andıkça yandı içim...
Maziye sığınıp, ağlamadım…
Gün oldu kendimi bile unuttum
Bir tek seni, bir tek seni...
Unutmadım… Unutamadım…

#SendenSonraBen #TürkçePop #SlowPop #DuygusalŞarkı #AşkŞarkısı #deryabedavacı 
#YeniTürkçeŞarkılar #KadınVokal #PopBalad #AyrılıkŞarkısı #AşkAcısı #RomantikŞarkılar #Müzik #LoveSong #turkishpop

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