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When he first cried |
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His mother died |
| [00:20.01] |
I had tried to be his guide |
| [00:28.62] |
When he was born I was too young |
| [00:33.38] |
The father searches for the son |
| [00:40.42] |
In Istanbul |
| [00:44.63] |
Give him back to me |
| [00:46.84] |
Oh, Istanbul |
| [00:50.51] |
Give me back my brown-eyed son |
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Moonlight jumping through the trees |
| [01:03.39] |
Sunken eyes avoiding me |
| [01:11.59] |
From dawn to dusk the hunt is on |
| [01:15.55] |
The father searches for the son |
| [01:23.95] |
In Istanbul |
| [01:28.39] |
Give him back to me |
| [01:30.76] |
In Istanbul |
| [01:34.19] |
Give me back my brown-eyed son |
| [02:08.53] |
On secret streets in disbelief |
| [02:11.78] |
Little shadow shows the lead |
| [02:20.59] |
Prostitutes; stylish and glum |
| [02:24.09] |
In amongst them you are one |
| [02:31.78] |
Oh, what have I done? |
| [03:05.20] |
Rolling breathless off the tongue |
| [03:07.93] |
The vicious street gang slang |
| [03:17.10] |
I lean into a box of pine |
| [03:20.63] |
Identify the kid as mine |
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