An İstanbul Tale: Contrasts

I’m listening to Istanbul, with my eyes closed; It has a lot of stories to tell Some of them are old Some of them are new They are all similar but not the same I want to tell one of the stories One of mine One of everybody’s Story of the city where old and new living together Ancient landmarks next to modern skyscrapers Bazaars to supermarkets Poor to Rich White to black in where we live all together With my eyes that witness all With my ears that hear all With my mouth that tell all Why we do live in this city Why we can’t leave (live) Why I do belong here and not