When he first cried, his mother died. I had tried to be his guide 当他第一次哭了，他的母亲去世了。我曾试图成为他的向导

When he was born I was too young, the father searches for the son 当他出生时我还太年轻，父亲搜寻的儿子

   

In Istanbul. 在伊斯坦布尔。

Give him back to me 让他回到我身边

In Istanbul. 在伊斯坦布尔。

Give me back my brown eyed son. 还我的棕色眼睛的孩子。

   

Moonlight jumping through the trees, sunken eyes avoiding me. 月光跳跃穿过树林，眼窝深陷躲着我。

From dawn to dusk the hunt is on, the father searches for the son. 从黎明到黄昏狩猎是，父亲搜寻的儿子。

   

In Istanbul 在伊斯坦布尔

Give him back to me 让他回到我身边

In Istanbul 在伊斯坦布尔

Give me back my brown eyed son 还我的棕色眼睛的孩子

   

On secret streets in disbelief, little shadow shows the lead 秘密街道怀疑，一点影子显示的铅

Prostitutes stylish and glum, in amongst them you are one 妓女时尚，闷闷不乐，在他们中间，你是一体

Oh what have I done... 哦，我做了什么......

   

Rolling breathless off the tongue the vicious street gang slang 滚动气喘吁吁了舌头的恶性街头帮派俚语

I lean into a box of pine, identify the kid as mine... 我倚成箱的松树，确定孩子是我的...