The legend that never loses its influence and realism even after 42 years.

some legends are truly immortal ...

When I listen, for some reason, the pointed tip on the dome of the Sabancı University university center reminds me; under the winter days with gray clouds above it.

I think this was written by the tribune cheerleaders of the other side.
I'm in a very clear position, but I don't get a ball on my feet.
As the machine grinds, it grinds, I mingle with people.

Pink Floy's song on the album Wish You Were Here. Even hearing the sounds at the beginning is a reason enough to give a person goosebumps. Although the song targets the music industry, its insatiable savage capitalism is not in vain.

Every time I listen to this song, it makes me think of what the hell I will do after I finish school. When I enter the machine, I cannot stop thinking about what I will do and how I will survive. He says that those who do not like school, who have no toys, have a difficult job in the machine.

The transcendent masterpiece that I have willed must be played during the ceremony of my funeral to be launched into space.

Ohh rick, how would we remember the perfect lyrics of the song without your solos from the future?