Echoes Of Istanbul

Hmm hmm hmm hmm
Sea of
Murumura is dark and cold
Tales of loves that were never told
Fog is rolling through the ancient street
Where the rhythm and the spirit meet
Hear the echoes of a distant prayer
Floating softly in the misty air
Deep house groove is taking over now
We will make it through the storm somehow
Dance with me beneath the silver dome
In this music we have found our home
Hypnotic hooks are pulling us so near