Sometimes I wish that I can take a leave of this city, too
But there's an Istanbul inside of me that I can not give up
For the chance of you to walk across it's bridges,
I can not lay them to waste, nor can I shed them
That's what the life is,
Even if you can fly away
You get stuck in between four walls
While you were looking for a reason to live
You find it, it's 'to die'
Tell me; what if all it's ground is from gold?
My hopes are a pitcher with holes, it drains them off in dribs and drabs
Tell me, what's the good of living in a cage of gold?
While half of me waits for you, the other one waits slowly for death
That's what the life is,
Even if you can fly away
You get stuck in between four walls
While you were looking for a reason to live
You find it, it's 'to die'
That's what the life is,
Even if you can fly away
You get stuck in between four walls
While you were looking for a reason to live
You find it, it's 'to die'
Even if you can fly away
You get stuck in between four walls
While you were looking for a reason to live
You find it, it's 'to die'