The call to prayer, a melancholy sigh Echoes across the rooftops, as I say goodbye The Blue Mosque's six minarets, a majestic sight Will watch over Istanbul, through the dark of night
So I'll hold on to the essence of this place The vibrant rhythms, the flavors, the smiling face Of a city that has stolen my heart, and made it stay In Istanbul, where East meets West, I'll find my way Last Call for Istanbul
In the Grand Bazaar's labyrinthine heart I've lost myself, and found a brand new start The scent of cardamom and rosewater fills The alleys of memories, where love and longing build The call to prayer, a melancholy sigh Echoes
As I stand at the edge of the Bosphorus' night The city's siren song begins to lose its light The last call echoes, a final goodbye A whispered promise to return, before I say goodbye The call to prayer
In the city's final glance, I see A reflection of the love that's been set free The memories we've made, the laughter and the tears Will stay with me, until I return, through all the years
The minarets of Süleymaniye, once proud and tall Now silhouetted against a fading wall The Golden Horn's waters, a sheet of molten gold As the sun dips low, the city's secrets unfold
The last call fades, the moment's lost But in my heart, Istanbul's love will forever be the cost Of a journey through time, and a love so true In Istanbul, my heart remains, waiting for you.
