[00:16.46]When he first cried
[00:18.12]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
[01:00.55]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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