Be one of the strays in İstanbul
Have our pack wandering like masters of the street
Have their eyes witness our unity
We will not think of home or hunger
Because every corner is ours
The sky, the wind, the water and the earth
Will not selfishly enshroud their glory
They will let us behold the Bosphorus' sunset
My love, I will be an outlander in places you knew
But we will drift together, I will run with you.