I left my heart in Istanbul,
On a late March run, amidst the clouds and the Sun,
I left my heart in Istanbul,
On top of the Galata Tower,
Inside of a chic apartment in Beyo??lu,
Amidst the very alive Taksim square,
I left my heart.
Away from the wilted clovers,
Away! My pleading past lovers,
My California king; my Roman taste,
My Spanish fury & my New York haste,
I left my heart in Istanbul.
We roamed and roared in the city,
We played and did our chores in the city,
We made love and lived in the city,
I left my heart in Istanbul.
It was the last time I ever felt love,
The Eyes see the World, the Heart sees Reality
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