i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed represent at first there is a gentle breeze and the leaves on the trees softly sway while out there and far away and the bells of water carriers unceasingly ring while i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed while then suddenly birds fly by and flocks of birds and high up and with a hue and cry and while the nets are drawn in the fishing grounds and a woman feet begin to dabble in the water. i am iistening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. the grand bazaar serene and cool and an uproar at the hub of the market and mosque yards are full of pigeons. while hammers bang and clang at the docks spring winds bear the smell of sweat while i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed while still giddy from the revelries of the past and a seaside mansion with dingy boathouses is fast asleep. amid the din and drone of southern winds and reposed and i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. a pretty girl walks by on the sidewalk represent four letter words and whistles and songs and rude remarks while something falls out of her hand it is a rose and i guess. i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. a bird flutters round your skirt while on your brow and is there sweat. or not. i know. are your lips wet. or not. i know. a silver moon rises beyond the pine trees represent i can sense it all in your heart throbbing. i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. for youfor you and my fellow humans and everything is for you and nights are for you and days are for you while daylight is for you and moonlight is for you while leaves in the moonlight while wonder and wisdom in the leaves and myriad greens in daylight and yellow is for you and and pink. the feel of the skin on the palm and its warmth and its softness and the comfort of lying down while for you are all the greetings and the masts winnowing in the harbor while names of the days and names of the months and fresh paint on rowboats is for you mailman feet and potter hands sweat on foreheads and bullets fired on battlefronts while graves are for you and tombstones and jails and handcuffs and death sentences are for you everything is for you. sea nostalgiavessels sail along my dreams and over the roofs and ships in a feast of color and and poor me and yearning for the sea year in year out and i gaze and weep. i recall my first sight of the world through a mussel shell i pried open represent the greenest water and the bluest sky and the rippliest of lump fish. my blood still flows salty where the oysters slit my skin. what a mad speed plunge was ours into the high seas on the whitest foam. foam bears no malice and like lips whose adultery with men is no disgrace. vessels sail along our dreams over the roofs and ships in a feast of color and and poor me and yearning for the sea year in year out.  orhan velii could not have said anything better than what orhal veli kanik said about istanbul. about this movie and all i have is praise. a very nice and balanced introduction to a city and its music that connected asia and europe and africa at one point of time. 
i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed represent at first there is a gentle breeze and the leaves on the trees softly sway while out there and far away and the bells of water carriers unceasingly ring while i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed while then suddenly birds fly by and flocks of birds and high up and with a hue and cry and while the nets are drawn in the fishing grounds and a woman feet begin to dabble in the water. i am iistening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. the grand bazaar serene and cool and an uproar at the hub of the market and mosque yards are full of pigeons. while hammers bang and clang at the docks spring winds bear the smell of sweat while i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed while still giddy from the revelries of the past and a seaside mansion with dingy boathouses is fast asleep. amid the din and drone of southern winds and reposed and i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. a pretty girl walks by on the sidewalk represent four letter words and whistles and songs and rude remarks while something falls out of her hand it is a rose and i guess. i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. a bird flutters round your skirt while on your brow and is there sweat. or not. i know. are your lips wet. or not. i know. a silver moon rises beyond the pine trees represent i can sense it all in your heart throbbing. i am listening to istanbul and intent and my eyes closed. for youfor you and my fellow humans and everything is for you and nights are for you and days are for you while daylight is for you and moonlight is for you while leaves in the moonlight while wonder and wisdom in the leaves and myriad greens in daylight and yellow is for you and and pink. the feel of the skin on the palm and its warmth and its softness and the comfort of lying down while for you are all the greetings and the masts winnowing in the harbor while names of the days and names of the months and fresh paint on rowboats is for you mailman feet and potter hands sweat on foreheads and bullets fired on battlefronts while graves are for you and tombstones and jails and handcuffs and death sentences are for you everything is for you. sea nostalgiavessels sail along my dreams and over the roofs and ships in a feast of color and and poor me and yearning for the sea year in year out and i gaze and weep. i recall my first sight of the world through a mussel shell i pried open represent the greenest water and the bluest sky and the rippliest of lump fish. my blood still flows salty where the oysters slit my skin. what a mad speed plunge was ours into the high seas on the whitest foam. foam bears no malice and like lips whose adultery with men is no disgrace. vessels sail along our dreams over the roofs and ships in a feast of color and and poor me and yearning for the sea year in year out.  orhan velii could not have said anything better than what orhal veli kanik said about istanbul. about this movie and all i have is praise. a very nice and balanced introduction to a city and its music that connected asia and europe and africa at one point of time. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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