Stream I would be
I could go and find half
Ya bathed in the fountain
I would be the handkerchief
Where the fountain flows
Where the coffee is cooked
Beautiful ugly is not sought after
Where the heart fell
Our fountains, which found their expression in these beautiful Bayburt poems, were the meeting points of social life. Young girls dressed in their most beautiful clothes while going to the fountain, on the one hand trying to make their friends jealous, on the other hand they aimed to attract the attention of the village boys, grouped and chanted mutual mani.
It is our fountain where our visitors can drink cold water, breathe and chat while visiting our museum.
Maybe we can have young girls to sing mania ….