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 ….