While the day rises with the color of rose
While ships pass by the bosphorus
Let's get out of this city
While trees, sky and earth are sleeping
Let's walk on beaches
Crazy crowd is far away now
If you get tired, just lean on me
Let's embrace each other and sleep in the sundown
Maybe a bird flies over us
A feather may drop from its wing
It may come down from sky circling
No face is ever beautiful than your face
Let's get away from this city
While day rises or sun sets
Maybe birds fly over us
Their wings are of your hands
Of your hands