The rain started when I was going to Üsküdar
İstanbul is a ship under and above
It's rusty, dusty and stayed new
Its under and above is hoop
Its treble clef(music) is Marmara(see) and the note(musical) is a gull
Its big loves fell on the ground then stood
The pleasure of heart under its age
Kız kulesi(the castle of the girl) is against and without greeting
Its summer, winter, spring we put up with the pain of it
It copes with us, it suffers
Its sea is flowing like a river on the back curve
It's pulling people to everyday, to every period
Crowded, open air museum,the Day of Judgment.
It's lucky to somebody, it's Mauser rifle to somebody
This woman doesn't give(a man)the glad eye.
The ones whose job turns back
The ones who eats by blowing
Its every corner is joy, its one corner is in trouble
The rain started when I was going to Üsküdar
The pleasure of heart
İstanbul