İstanbul hatırası
Bir eski resim duvarda
Belki Beti belki Pola
Markizde oturmuş sakin
Seyrediyor zamanı gözlerinde tozlarla
Belki Beti belki Pola
Markizde oturmuş sakin
Seyrediyor zamanı gözlerinde tozlarla
Ah bu ne sevgi bu ne ızdırap
Bu şarkıyla gönlüm ne harap
Al al olmuş gül yanaklarımız
Bu mahcup bu eda bu hal
Bir mısra gibi ağzınız
Dillenmemiş dinlenmemiş bakire aşklarda
Günlerden güz mevsim sepya
Bir tüy kalemle yazılmış bekler
Bir hayat daha olmalı der gibi
Kahverengi tonlarda uykularda
İstanbul hatırası
Bir yerinde altın yaldızlı tarih ve yazı
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An old photo on the wall
Maybe Beti, maybe Pola
Sitting in marquise calmly
She is watching the time with dust in her eyes
The day is Fall, the season is sepia
Drawn with a quill pen, it is waiting
As if hoping for another life
In brownish dreams
Oh what a love this is, what a pain this is
How ruined my heart is, with this song
Your cheeks turned to red like roses
This maidenly, this coyish appearance
Your mouth is like a line of
the maiden love songs, never sung, never listened
Souvenir photo of Istanbul
At one side, gilded date and writing.
Maybe Beti, maybe Pola
Sitting in marquise calmly
She is watching the time with dust in her eyes
The day is Fall, the season is sepia
Drawn with a quill pen, it is waiting
As if hoping for another life
In brownish dreams
Oh what a love this is, what a pain this is
How ruined my heart is, with this song
Your cheeks turned to red like roses
This maidenly, this coyish appearance
Your mouth is like a line of
the maiden love songs, never sung, never listened
Souvenir photo of Istanbul
At one side, gilded date and writing.