Cenk Çetin - Istanbul

Ortaköy was the place you first ı saw
Rain eyes of wet watery
Destiny of at ı have thought had ı
Wrong was very wounded had ı
Way at you were saw that old couple as
Hands of my hand at we would grow old
Destiny to this love ı couldn't write ı
Consolotion had ı love couldn't be ı

İstanbul as my soul
Also mixed also limpid
Glances of windy
Smile of at sun there is
My heart from ı couldn't throw
That rain smell of
Since the day you went
My heart heavy wounded
İstanbul