Golden sands of Istanbul
Where stories unfold
Smell of cumin and saffron
Tales yet to be told
Dervishes spinning
Dreams twirl in the night
Kebab stands whisperin' under moonlight
Men with worn faces
Ancient eyes full of spark
Fishing lines ripple in the sea after dark
Sandals slappin' cobblestones
A rhythm so sweet
In every alley
A secret wrapped in heat
Kebab
Oh Kebab
Your flavors run deep
Through the heart of the city
Where memories sleep
In the crackling of fire
In the sizzle of meat
Kebab
Oh Kebab
You're the soul of the street
Bazaar chaos hums
An orchestra of trade
Old souls bargainin' for treasures handmade
Spices in the air
They dance on a breeze
While drifters sing songs under old olive trees
Beneath ancient archways
Whispers of old lore
Tales of sultans and love long before
Roses in gardens where minstrels would play
Echoes of laughter that never did fade
Kebab
Oh Kebab
You carry the past
In your smoky embrace
Connections hold fast
From the east to the west
Where cultures meet
Kebab
Oh Kebab
You're the soul of the street
Kebab
Kebab
Hear the sizzle and the song
Kebab
Kebab
Where the flavors belong
In the quiet heat
Under evening's shroud
Kebab
Kebab
Draws the tender crowd