Head of mine's bubling cloud
Inside-out a sea
I'm a walnut tree in Park Gülhane
Great and marvellous I'm a walnut tree
Neither you nor cops are aware of it
I'm a walnut tree in Park Gülhane
My leaves are like fish in the water
My leaves are like silken kerchief
Wipe your tears out, rose of mine
My leaves are my hands, one-hundred-thousand I've got
I touch you with my one-hundred-thousand hands, I touch Istanbul
My leaves are my eyes, I stare flabbergastingly
I watch Istanbul and you with my one-hundred-thousand eyes
My leaves beats like one-hundred-thousand hearts, my leaves do
I'm a walnut tree in Park Gülhane
Neither you nor cops are aware of it