Moonlight color
The traces aren't erased yet, still, same as yesterday
My glass is full of you, the same color of Istanbul
Your absence that I got used to is like ice
Inside me, the memories are like old songs
Now, in a missing corner of Bosphorus
There's a glass in my hand, my youth is inside the glass
I've found myself constantly hitting the bottom
Breaking up, I've become even more drunk of you
With you, I've wasted a huge life
And you've never appeared in the moonlight color
And you've never been inside me, actually