Istanbul Nights |.

Istanbul Nights - A smoky 1960s soul-jazz story from the streets of Istanbul Lyric & Music ©Nihavent [Music created with the help of AI] ________________________________ Velvet shadows on Galata stone high heels echo, but I walk alone cigarette smoke and jasmine rain old cafés whisper my name again Taxi radios crying in blue every street reminds me of you golden windows, lonely hearts Istanbul breaks me like modern art And the moon hangs low above the sea like it knows what you did to me Istanbul Nights… slow dancing under neon skies black coffee eyes and lullabies you kiss my soul, then disappear Istanbul Nights… jazz and sorrow breathing slow where broken lovers always go your ghost still lives between these lights Silk dresses move through golden haze Beyoğlu burns in amber flames records spinning somewhere deep while tired poets cannot sleep Your perfume stays on my skin sweet like sin beneath the wind every harbor, every flame still returns me to your name And the Bosporus keeps our secrets tight hidden underneath the night Istanbul Nights… slow dancing under neon skies black coffee eyes and lullabies you kiss my soul, then disappear Istanbul Nights… where old romance and heartbreak meet between the jazz and lonely streets I hear your voice inside the tide Oh mama… you taught me love survives the pain like old songs dancing in the rain And every time the trumpet cries I see the fire inside your eyes Istanbul Nights… moonlight falling on the sea every shadow carries me back to where our hearts collide Istanbul Nights… the city sings in gold and blue and every song still leads to you my beautiful, impossible night… Silent streets… I carry your voice inside my light… Istanbul… goodnight…