As day breaks this street warms up

Fresh simit smell spreads through the city

I’m that woman, walking with her tray

Simit in my hand, a little dream inside

First lights draw thin lines in the sky

Sleepy city slowly wakes up

At every door a different smile gathers

At daybreak you’ll find me

Simit in my hand, hope in my eyes

One hot tea, one smile is enough

This little world keeps my heart warm

My tired hands still never give up

Every morning sings a brand new song

These sidewalks memorize my footsteps

At daybreak you’ll find me

Simit in my hand, hope in my eyes

One hot tea, one smile is enough

This little world keeps my heart warm

Simit runs out, the day now rises

I lower my tray and end my story