Saragaye

You etched our night into me with your nails – that’s the story we told
All through the heat of night, petals scattered beneath us
The bed slowly surrendered to sleep – because this night was ours
In love, we stripped down to nothing but our need to belong
A warm morning passed, wrapped in your scent
And even now, I search for your name in every sketch I’ve drawn in my mind…

In this night of desire, I fell like a drop of dew
Filling the hollow inside my heart
Now, stretched across the bed, all that’s left is this loneliness
Tangled in moonlight, I was left behind…

The room is scattered with your clothes, quietly left behind
And I – silently aching – keep glancing around
Lost in thought, I breathe in the last of your scent
Still wrapped in a figure that felt endless in that moment
A warm morning passed, wrapped in your scent
And still, I search for your name in every sketch I’ve drawn in my mind…

In this night of desire, I fell like a drop of dew
Filling the hollow inside my heart
Now, stretched across the bed, all that’s left is this loneliness
Tangled in moonlight, I was left behind…

“Saragaye” is a deeply sensual, emotionally charged song that captures the aftermath of a one-night stand – not in a casual way, but in a painfully intimate and honest one.

It’s about two people who shared a night of raw closeness. The imagery is physical: nails, scattered clothes, the scent of skin, the weight of a shared bed. But underneath it all is a quiet longing. The moment has passed. The partner is gone. What’s left is memory, scent, and silence.

The lyric “You etched our night into me with your nails” perfectly sums up the heart of the song: a physical connection that leaves behind emotional residue. The singer is not bitter – just haunted. The body remembers what the heart is still processing.

It’s a portrait of intimacy without promise, of closeness that ended too soon, and of a person left to sort through desire, memory, and solitude in the morning light.