Istanbul Hatirasi [English translation]

lyrıcs: Aysel Gürel Musıc: Sezen Aksu

An old photo upon the wall sıts

maybe it's cumbersome ,maybe it's steely

Sitting in the marquis silently

watching the dust filled time go past in their eyes

Sepia days of autumn pass

Drawn with a quill it awaits

As if to say we should have another life

as its sleeping in shades of brown

Oh, what love, what a misery this is

This is what ruined my heart with song

your Vermilion rose cheeks

This embarrassed manner this state of affair

Your mouth like a verse that is

unheard like the virgin voice of lost loves

Istanbul souvenirs

Gilded in Gold is a date and a time

up above where it will lay.