Ankara Echoes - Bosphorus Dream

Bosphorus Dream, I'm swimming in the silver gleam.
The city's breathing soft and slow, I'm never letting go.
The minarets are piercing through the mist,
The echo of a song I can't resist.
I taste the salt upon the morning air, I'm dancing, dancing,
Without a care.
The darbuka is pulsing in my chest,
I'm moving to the rhythm of the blessed.
The night is young, but I am infinite, I'm living, living,
Inside the bit.
Breathe the water's glowing blue, breathe,