Saludos Desde Turquía
José Madero
Greetings From Turkey
The rain never helps
The bird has stopped singing
It's time for you to show yourself
With nothing, nothing
I see the stars passing by
From the roof I see your sublimity
Being so close
I could be in Turkey
It doesn't matter at all
It's identical not similar
It could be a total ghost
I, sorry to be invisible
How close can you feel me
From your distant side it's the same
The same to be in Turkey
It doesn't matter at all
My view is darkness
Yours pierces my density
I approach, I want to touch you
To you, I'm very far, far away
I would cross the bravest sea
To be by your side
Sitting on your bed
I could be in Turkey
It doesn't matter at all
It's the same, it's exact, it's the same
It could be a total ghost
I feel invisible
How close can you feel me
From your distant side it's the same
The same to be in Turkey
It doesn't matter at all
It doesn't matter at all
It doesn't matter at all
Exactly the same