We're neither innocent
Nor purified from lies
Let it be
Take pictures with you
I already own the seasons
Go ahead, let it be
Let poems be shared
The cities and friends
Let it be
Neither we
Nor our lives are independent anymore
Let it be
I can leave, you can have Istanbul
I can leave, you can have Istanbul
I may leave, my head is an insane river
I may wipe my tears, the city may erase my name
I may get a haircut and console myself
I may let a rose fade, I forget it if it fades
I may write a more gloomier letter than your emptiness
I may feed a cat, you may call your mom
Your hands on my mind, my love in my heart
Always sorrow, always remorse, let it be