Intro : Peshanam ge taqdir bitken, yuregim neb kareetken, Atabegim diyakitken, Suzusham, Suzusham. (Rough translation: Fate has carved my road, my heart keeps the wound, my ancestor spoke — "Suzusham".) Verse 1: Morning smoke from the kettle, a cedar door swings slow, Footprints on the caravan road where old wind stories go. Salted earth on my fingers, moonlit steppe under skin, You passed down a quiet promise — a light that never dims. Pre-Chorus : Lanterns fold their shadows, the distant bells are thin, I gather every whisper as the new day starts to spin. Chorus : Peshanam ge taqdir bitken, yuregim neb kareetken, Atabegim diyakitken, Suzusham, Suzusham. (I vow) A single word like ember, a single hand to trust, Suzusham — hold the ember, carry it through dust. Verse 2: Your voice in the threshing-field, in the clay of morning bread, In the carved wooden cradle and the letters you once said. Maps folded in the corners, portraits framed in dusk and gold, Every door and river knows the stories that you told. Chorus (variation): Peshanam ge taqdir bitken, yuregim neb kareetken, Atabegim diyakitken, Suzusham, Suzusham. (I keep) Now the chorus changes softly, two voices side by side, Suzusham — an echo steady, like a bell across the tide. Bridge : When storms write on the window and the road forgets the day, I will lay your cedar key against the lock and softly say: Your promises are lanterns hung between the past and dawn, I will carry them like harvest, I will carry them on. Final Chorus : Peshanam ge taqdir bitken, yuregim neb kareetken, Atabegim diyakitken, Suzusham, Suzusham. (I vow, I hold) This single word a harbor where the restless find their shore, Suzusham — we sing it quieter, then louder than before. Outro : Peshanam ge taqdir bitken, yuregim neb kareetken, Atabegim diyakitken, Suzusham, Suzusham. (End with a tender, breathing vocal, let the last "Suzusham" fade into the guitar and bowed strings.)