Korler Ben De Ozledim - Mithat

He closed his eyes and could almost smell her perfume, a mix of jasmine and the cold sea air. He realized that "missing" wasn't just about sadness; it was about the frustration of having so much left to say and no voice to say it with. Mithat’s voice, steady yet filled with a refined sorrow, seemed to be narrating Selim’s own internal monologue.

Mithat Körler's soulful rendition of tells a story of deep, aching nostalgia and the heavy weight of silence between two people who once shared everything. Mithat Korler Ben De Ozledim

"Gözlerimde tüter oldun..." (You have become the smoke in my eyes...) He closed his eyes and could almost smell