Rechov tzafuf
noshef dochef
Mabit be bemabat ayef

ani lo mechayechet
.

arpiach mul picheu hastav
ele marot hamaarav
elav ani lo shayechet

ve im oti ata ohev
geal oti min hakeev
veten li lalechet

beeretz shemesh rechoka
lecha Haiti mechaka
beshuvcha min hashalechet
.

ve Istanbul
ruedet
tire ani lo pochedet
nachon ani lo chayevet
leehov otcha

ENGLISH:

A crowded street
Someone’s pushing, someone’s breathing
Looking at me with a tired glance
I’m not smiling

Smog opposite autumn flowers
Are the sights of the west
To which I don’t belong to

And if it’s me that you love
Free me from the pain
And let me go

In a far way land of sunshine
For you I would wait
Until your return from where autumn sheds its leaves

And Istanbul
Shivers
Look I’m not scared
True, I don’t have to
Love you

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