İstanbul'u Dinliyorum

I'm listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed
A gentle breeze is blowing
Slowly swaying
Leaves on the trees
Far away, very far away
The never-ending rattles of water peddlers
I'm listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed

I'm listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed
The intoxication of those old realms in my head
A mansion with dimly lit waterside cafes
Amidst the murmur of the calm southwest winds
I'm listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed

I'm listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed
I know if your forehead is warm or not
I know if your lips are wet or not
A white moon rises behind the pistachio trees
I understand from the beating of your heart
I'm listening to Istanbul, my eyes closed