The winds of season, whenever they blow
They make me remember,
My childhood dreams, my paper kites...
My mother kisses me on my cheeks
In a beautiful dream
As if my loved ones are still alive
Towards the evening, if it slows down raining
The Maiden's Tower and the islands...
Oh, wish you were here now,
It is still beautiful, The Fall, in Istanbul
It's not always easy to make love without falling in love,
To recognize a body, Learning it gently,
To get used to, and to lost
Istanbul is tired today, upset and she got old
Gained a little weight, Had been cried once again,
Her mascara is running down
Towards the evening, if it slows down raining
The Maiden's Tower and the islands...
Oh wish you were here now,
It is still beautiful, The Fall, in Istanbul
Towards the evening, if it slows down raining
The Maiden's Tower and the islands...
Oh wish you were here now,
It is still beautiful, The Fall, in Istanbul
Oh, the fall; oh, the fall; oh, the fall; oh, the fall;
Oh, the fall; oh, the fall; oh, the fall; oh, the fall;