Turkish Songs/Poems About Drinking

Same like us Bosniaks A lot of friends have asked me: Do Bosnian Muslims eat pork or drink alcohol? My answer was: It depends on the individual. A friend of mine didn't drink, but ate pork, other didn't eat pork neither drink and smoke and so on. There are like 3 or 4 Bosniak categories. The ones who are religious, they are Muslims, and follow Islam to an extent (as any Muslim in the World) and they do not want to know anything about alcohol, point-blank. Bosniaks who are completely secular but do not want to drink any alcoholic product since they still believe in it’s bad sides and therefore for personal religious reasons or for logical ones won’t touch it. Bosniaks who’re defining themselves as Muslims, and that do understand the religious law that forbid any consumption of alcohol but tend to drink because of learned it as a bad habit, similarly to how people start smoking cigarettes, they’re not making excuse for it, but consume it the same way that Northern Africans use cannabis related products (hashish and weed for example) and Bosniaks who’re completely secular (some consider themselves Muslims, Agnostics or Atheists), and don’t care about drinking at all, they don’t necessarily consume alcohol by a lot, but wouldn’t think twice as if it’s OK in Islam to do so

Haha, did Erdoğan put a drink on his table? I can't believe it either.
A large part of Turkey is in love with raki. But not Erdoğan...

One of the best soviet movies called "Ирония судьбы" (The Irony of Fate, or Enjoy Your Bath). Every December 31st we watch this movie at home. It's a story about a man who misplaced the cities and found his love during the one special night - New Year's celebration. A small resume: A group of old friends have a tradition of going to a public bathing house on New Years eve. Incidentally, they drink too much vodka and beer. It makes two of them unconscious. The problem is that one of them, a man called Sasha has to go to Leningrad but another one Zhenya goes instead of him. Zhenya wakes up at Leningrad airport. Believing that he is still in Moscow he takes a taxi and goes home. The street name, building and even apartment number, the way an apartment complex looks the same and the key coincide completely - just typical Soviet-type 'economy' architecture but it's Nadia's home and not Zhenya. Imagine the surprise of Nadya when she enters her apartment and finds a man without trousers in her bed. What's more - Nadya's fiancé also finds him there...

This is a cult Soviet film. You can see it with English subs.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lVpmZnRIMKs&t=469s