Seven hills
Sea and land and folks
Conquerors, lords
Everything on offer
Protected by a wall
Rises that biggest city
Criminals, murderers
Might prey upon a stroller
Under the heat of the sun
I have to go on like this
Pasts will drown into the seas
Glowing turquoise
I can hear the echoes of times
I walk looking
For the secret of this land
Narrow alleys
Minds strong as iron
Cape hems, daggers
Piquant smells
Chassis of traps
At the meeting point of the peoples
Ruin of many courageous men
A rabid's death
Blade I managed to feel on my skin
But my scream no one hears
Too short a time, I could stroll in here
Constantinople took my life away