When he first cried
His mother died
I had tried to be his guide
When he was born I was too young
The father searches for the son!
In Istanbul give him back to me!
Oh, Istanbul give me back my brown-eyed son!
Moonlight jumping through the trees
Sunken eyes avoiding me,
From dawn to dusk THE HUNT IS ON,
The father searches for the son!
In Istanbul give him back to me!
Oh, Istanbul give me back my brown-eyed son!
On secret streets in disbelief
Little shadow shows the lead
Prostitutes, stylish & glam
In amongst them you are one
Oh, what have I done?!
Rolling breathless off the tongue
The vicious street gang slang
I lean into a box of pine
Identify the kid as mine
Istanbul
Istanbul
Istanbul