Duy beni qartulad — not with your ears, but with the ache in your throat when you try to sing a song you only half-remember from a grandmother who left no recordings.

Hear me in Georgian — not with the sharp edge of Istanbul traffic, but with the slow, heavy vowels of Tbilisi at dusk, where the Mtkvari turns wine-dark and every balcony hides a story.

Say my name like a supra toast, glass raised to ghosts and strangers alike. Let the khinkali juice run down your chin — messy truth is the only kind worth swallowing.

Feel me in Kartlian — not hurried, not pragmatic, but tangled in polyphonic threads, three voices climbing one mountain, falling, catching each other before the drop.

Duy: Beni Qartulad

Duy beni qartulad — not with your ears, but with the ache in your throat when you try to sing a song you only half-remember from a grandmother who left no recordings.

Hear me in Georgian — not with the sharp edge of Istanbul traffic, but with the slow, heavy vowels of Tbilisi at dusk, where the Mtkvari turns wine-dark and every balcony hides a story. duy beni qartulad

Say my name like a supra toast, glass raised to ghosts and strangers alike. Let the khinkali juice run down your chin — messy truth is the only kind worth swallowing. Duy beni qartulad — not with your ears,

Feel me in Kartlian — not hurried, not pragmatic, but tangled in polyphonic threads, three voices climbing one mountain, falling, catching each other before the drop. Let the khinkali juice run down your chin