Cobblestone Streets of

[Куплет 1] Welcome friends, adjust your hats against the glare The midday heat is hanging heavy in the air Two thousand years of footprints worn into this stone We trace the lines of empires lost and overgrown Hear the market vendors call from archways made of clay Just like they did back in the caesar's day So keep your step, the road is steep, but look up high At columns reaching for the brilliant, open sky [Қайырма] Oh, we are walking through the pages of a silent book Under the burning sun, take another look At the marble and the shadow, the stories in the dust Every fallen kingdom, every broken bust Let the ancient whispers take you far away On these cobblestone streets of yesterday [Куплет 2] Now on your left, beneath the climbing ivy vine They pooled the waters here to make the local wine They carved their names in plaster, simple words of praise A brief reflection on their long-forgotten days No need to hurry, let the rhythm guide your feet The past is breathing in the middle of the street [Қайырма] Oh, we are walking through the pages of a silent book Under the burning sun, take another look At the marble and the shadow, the stories in the dust Every fallen kingdom, every broken bust Let the ancient whispers take you far away On these cobblestone streets of yesterday [Көпір] [Instrumental: tasteful saxophone solo, warm electric piano chords] [Аутро] The sun is resting at its highest point today The timeless city has so much left to say Enjoy the view, my friends, the journey's just begun Under the brilliant light of the midday sun [Fade out with smooth electric piano and soft percussion]