I see you again in Istanbul As my eyes hug remote The minaret minarets, house for sale, Roads, squares. Coming right from the Bosphorus The sound of a ferry jetty, Still above the blue waters Whiteness Maidens Tower. On the one hand, the cool morning, together with I was born on the coast: My Beşiktaşımıza. I look at them all the time, neighborhood district, in places, My five years of age, the age of fifteen, Im twenty years old ah! I read a stopped school in the hills, I was beyond military barracks. One day, my daughter, who Marrying apartment. Does not count in my oral? Hold my hand from my two years as, Where my father or Küçüksu, When my mother Eyüpsult soil. In front of me, with open arms Strait, Rumelihisarı transfer from Çengelköy. Istanbul, Istanbuls me.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 19:16:47 +0000