From Cuba to Istanbul

Istanbul, Constantinople!

Nine lives left so don’t court disaster
Nine lives left and time is our master
Though we’re walking slow our hearts beating faster
Make our way to Istanbul

Now the crescent moon and the stars that that reach beyond
Whisper to us secrets I can only find in
Istanbul

Long time gone ‘nuff roads we a travel
Let me concentrate these puzzles unravel
Not feh dance with death but look to the future
For we reach the gates of Istanbul

Now the crescent moon and the stars that that reach beyond
Whisper to us secrets I can only find in
Istanbul

Darling take my hand
And try to understand
Many have failed to make it
To pass on through the gates of
Istanbul.

Ska cubano. Istanbul (Constantinople).