A reunion in my hometown, visiting your small BnB. Watermelon on the table, Turkish coffee, dark and sweet, brewed in German pots. While we talk, my thoughts get lost, straight back to your home. [Pre-Chorus] Uludağ’ın eteklerinde, („At the slopes of Uludağ“) Büyük ve büyülü şehir. („Great and magical city.“) Sönmüş yanardağın ateşi, („The fire of the extinct volcano,“) Şimdi damarlarında atıyor. („Is now pulsing in your veins“.) [Verse 2] 2013 – first time on your ground. Fascinated, spinning around. Too much traffic, too many cries, all the goods before my eyes. No English on the bazaar, just hands and feet so far. [Verse 3] Your hospitality was so intense. As a German, I had no defense. The host said: „Ye, hadi ye!“ I ate and ate out of courtesy, though full three times over. I failed your language back then, but understood more and more again. [Bridge] İmparatorluğun ilk başkenti, Çınarların gölgesinde, hisar altında. Günde onuncu çayı yudumlamak, Kafeinin tatlı sarhoşluğunda, Güzel insanlarla yan yana, Ruhu özgür bırakmak. [English translation: The first capital of the empire, In the shadow of plane trees, beneath the citadel. Sipping the tenth tea of the day, In the sweet intoxication of caffeine, Side by side with beautiful people, To let the soul go free.] Bursa, seni özlüyorum, Ve sendeki o güzel insanları. İçimdeki huzuru bulmak için, Senin gürültüne döneceğim. Bir gün, söz veriyorum. [English translation: Bursa, I miss you, And those beautiful people in you. To find my inner peace, I will return to your noise. One day, I promise]
