I'm listening to Istanbul

I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;At first there blows a gentle breezeAnd the leaves on the treesSoftly flutter or sway;Out there, far away,The bells of water carriers incessantly ring;I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed.I am listening to Istanbul, intent, my eyes closed;Then suddenly birds fly by,Flocks of birds, high up, in a hue and cryWhile nets are drawn in

Për të komentuar tek Peshku pa ujë, ju duhet të identifikoheni ose të regjistroheni (regjistrimi është falas).