Aleksey ve Ben - AI video and music for old lyrics.

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Made with #chatgpt4 images and #sunoai using own lyrics. (Turkish).Here is a ChatGpt translation of the verses for those who may be interested:
Aleksey and I

Walking through the great square, loneliness striking my feet,
I saw Aleksey, standing alone, listening to the night.
He asked, “How many full moons is this, the one I’ve struck my head upon?
Where have you been?
Where are the children who never grew, though they passed through great times?”

No Inessa, no Alexandra, not even a Maria Andreeva remains.
Only the scent of cheap perfume in the cold night.
Girls who love wearing red, blonde, skipping as they pass.
Across the way, towers in every color, with Mongol helmets, cruel.

We pass the drunkards, small and timid in the square.
A smell comes from the mausoleum — “Let’s not stop,” says Aleksey.
The Kremlin walls piercing the night, Brezhnev in the window.
Where have you been?
Where are your caps, your parkas, your boots?

“Volunteers are needed to clear the wreckage,” says Aleksey.
“I even hung a jet-black flag — they thought it was laundry,” he says.
Suddenly we’re in another square, without me understanding how.
On the right, on the left — black marketeers, thieves, pickpockets.

Before the Winter Palace, our memories stand in the back.
Aleksey could not find Gapon among the tourists.
He asked, “From afar, is that the sound of Cossack cavalry?”
Where have you been?
Where are your friends, those little girls who talked so much?

Now we are on that beautiful bridge over the silent Neva.
Aleksey watches Rasputin drifting beneath us.
“Look, his eyes are still open,” he says, winking at me, smiling.
“See — both banks of the Neva are filled with palaces.”

Passing those who bathe in the sea, pink and plump,
Aleksey Maksimovich showed me his dungeon, up close.
In the fortress they stood side by side — the dungeon and the Tsar’s lineage.
Where have you been?
Wasn’t a whole world given to you? Where are those lives?

“I searched, I stopped,” said Aleksey, “I even saw the New World.
But I always loved the Mediterranean — I stayed in Capri.”
Suddenly we had taken the whole world into our hands, yet could not hold it.
What a full moon this is, the one I’ve struck my head upon — my dreams dusted over.