Istanbul pas Constantinople
Istanbul
Istanbul, pas Constantinople
C'est à Istanbul, pas Constantinople
Que je suis allée un jour pour y découvrir le grand amour
Et dans un grand bijou
Istanbul, c'est bien en Europe
C'est à Istanbul, pas Constantinople
Que je l'ai trouvé un soir, à travers la foule
Istanbul, le muezzin chantait là en haut d'un minaret
Et tout le long du Bosphore
J'faisait déjà???
Istanbul, la vie était belle
C'est à Istanbul, je me rappele
Que j'étais triste, par les sortilèges de la vie
Je l'ai suivi dans la foule
Spanish Part
More French
My name's Ayhan
And I sing you this song
I live in Paris
But Istanbul is where I belong.
They say Istabul means
"From the City"
But on seven hills
And (something) she's very pretty
The Grand Bazaar is my favorite
and I love the pistachio nuts,
the diamonds, the silver, and the gold.
It's the feeling that gets me
walking on streets a thousand years old,
the center of the universe,
and the capital of the
greatest empires of the world
(Something about harems)
This tune was sung by
Darium Marano(?) in 1955.
He was my grandpa's friend.
Now rearranged by my daddy and his band
Along with the latest trend
Let's meet in this town
Where many people live in
happiness and (something)
for a thousand years
Let the world learn how to hold hands
And please no more wars, hunger, or tears.
More French
Istanbul, pas Constantinople
C'est à Istanbul, pas Constantinople
Que je suis allée un jour pour y découvrir le grand amour
Et dans un grand bijou
Istanbul, c'est bien en Europe
C'est à Istanbul, pas Constantinople
Que je l'ai trouvé un soir, à travers la foule
Istanbul, le muezzin chantait là en haut d'un minaret
Et tout le long du Bosphore
J'faisait déjà???
Istanbul, la vie était belle
C'est à Istanbul, je me rappele
Que j'étais triste, par les sortilèges de la vie
Je l'ai suivi dans la foule
Spanish Part
More French
My name's Ayhan
And I sing you this song
I live in Paris
But Istanbul is where I belong.
They say Istabul means
"From the City"
But on seven hills
And (something) she's very pretty
The Grand Bazaar is my favorite
and I love the pistachio nuts,
the diamonds, the silver, and the gold.
It's the feeling that gets me
walking on streets a thousand years old,
the center of the universe,
and the capital of the
greatest empires of the world
(Something about harems)
This tune was sung by
Darium Marano(?) in 1955.
He was my grandpa's friend.
Now rearranged by my daddy and his band
Along with the latest trend
Let's meet in this town
Where many people live in
happiness and (something)
for a thousand years
Let the world learn how to hold hands
And please no more wars, hunger, or tears.
More French
Credits
Writer(s): Nat Simon, Jimmy Kennedy
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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