The florist in the corner asked me about you this morning.
I said, she's not here, he said "Say Hello"
That his roses are fresh, like your absence.
Wandered a little, dreamed about you.
Ornamented my hope with you
Neither alleys nor empty stations
Helped me to pass the sponge over you
Can a little farewell of yours,
Put an end to a Big Love like this, what do you think?
Sometimes the paving stone, sometimes a busker.
Viz, thou art Istanbul
Can a little farewell of yours,
Put an end to a Big Love like this
Sometimes Kanlıca coast
Sometimes the lonesome Maiden's Tower, viz, thou art Istanbul...