Текст песни Геша Ушивец - Истанбул-Константинополь

Sky - like the Black Sea,
Stars spread in the Bosphorus,
Night hung on minarets,
Fingers burn steel pistol.

Night dark, and at dawn
Meeting at the old mosque
Between palm trees and whisper
Maybe there are Turkish cops! ..

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The port will chop blue fog
Coffee and marijuana taste,
Breeze breeze with risk taste,
The throat burns thirst and whiskey.

Narrow streets of mrak tidy
Looks deep into Byzantium.
Behind the back - screams and stuff,
Who will die then dare?

Chorus.

Bringing a jet of ether
Side gallers Ayia Sofia,
And the sunrise rushes a flood
Through the bridge right to Europe.

Chorus.