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İstanbul

Tirende Biletsiz Sevdalar Vardi
Vagonlar Kacaklara Gözyumarlardi
Aksada Yüreklere Kar Pinarlari
Sevdanin Arkasi Var Ardi Bahardi
Istanbul Agliyor Sen Agliyorsun
Hadi Git Git Artik Ne Duruyorsun
Yolcular Hep Kacak Bizse Tutuklu
Gözler Agliyor Tutkulu Cocuksu
Istanbul Agliyor Sen Agliyorsun
Sevdigin Bekliyor Ne Duruyorsun
(Yildiz Avlarim Gögün Mavisinde
Her Dem Bakislarina Gözlerinin
Deryasinda Pusu Duran Ellerimi
Sana Tuzaklarim Her Tetik
Düsürdügümde Gözlerin Ölüme
Az Kalirim Yanliz Gördü Ya Gelir
Bende Kalir Yanlizlik Uzar Geceler
Istanbula Yagmur Yagar Karla
Karisik Kari Ayiklar Yagmur Kokularini
Alirim Koynuma Ot Koyarim Göz
Ucuma Anlarim Yine Yangin Yine
Hasret Yakinan istanbuldan Düsen Payima
Bide Yüzünün Giderken islakligi)
Gül Damlasi Düsmüs Ates Yurduydu
Daglara Dil Uzatan Narli Kuyuydu Yagsada
Gönülere Gam Geceleri Ceren Yarasinda
Ask Büyütürdü Yaksada Gönülleri Gam
Geceleri Ceren Yarasinda Dert Büyütürdü
Istanbul Agliyor Ben Agliyorum Hadi Kalk Gel
Artik Dayanamiyorum Yolcular Geldiler Sen
Yoksun icinde Yüreyim Can Veriyor Acilar icinde.

Istanbul

There were people on the train without tickets
The train cars didn't know about the stowaways
At twilight the hearts would fly to snowy streams
Love ends, but spring is behind it
Istanbul is crying, and you are crying
Go, go now, why are you still waiting?
The passengers are all stowaways, and we are prisoners
Eyes cry, passionate, like a child's
Istanbul is crying, and you are crying
The one you love waits, stop waiting
(I search for stars in the blue sky
Always seeking the look in your eyes
My hands ambushed in the depths of your eyes,
A trap for you, a trigger for me
Every time your eyes look at me as if I'm dead
I barely wake up and you are gone
I am left alone, the nights grow long
In Istanbul, it rains and snows alternately
The storm purifies the rain, carrying away its scent
I lie down with grass in my arms, but I see your eyes
I wake up again, feeling the fire, feeling the longing
The longing burned by Istanbul is my share
And the moisture of your face as you left.)
A drop of rose fell on the land of fire
It was a well with pomegranates that spoke to the mountains
On nights of pain, the heart finds peace in wounds
Love would grow, burning the hearts with pain
On nights of pain, the pain would grow
Istanbul is crying, I am crying, come back
I can't take it anymore, the passengers have arrived
You are not here, my heart is burning, dying in pain.