There is a strong lightning over the city at night
There is a black boomer on the autumn street, the headlights are reflected in the wet asphalt
Fried chicken with a golden crust with baked vegetables and fried sausages on a plate. Nearby there is a glass of crimson wine
There is a cloud in the sky in the form of a broken heart
There is beer in the barrel, pour the bottle and take it home
The girl is sitting on the side of the road, on the ground and smoking, there is a chair in the middle of the road
On the landscape there is a forest, a lake and houses
Everything is calm in Istanbul, there is peace and quiet there
On the wall there is a clock with numbers and a phrase