When bunches of dawn breezes flow
With tour boats tearing blue lawns
I think of you from far away
Istanbul
Nights in your Golden Horn are with thousands of masts
Spring on your islands, sun in Suleymaniye
So beautiful you are our city of dispute
Istanbul
All this pain was not for nothing
Wait along with your grand and tranquil Suleymaniye
With your parks, bridges, squares
Wait for us İstanbul
In the dark streets of Tophane
Wait along with your children cuddling up together
Wait for us to march with our victory songs
Wait for us İstanbul
We are going to overthrow the reign of waylayers
Wait for those days to come
You deserve us and we deserve you