Crowded street Someone push, someone breathe Looking at with a tired face I’m not smiling Smog is over the autumn flowers these are the sight of the west which I don’t belong to and if you love me release me from the pain and let me go in a far away sunny land i will be waiting for you when you will come back from the fall and Istanbul - is shaking look, I’m not afraid it`s true, I don’t have to, But I love you (her) still