She was married to the Bosphorus
She threw her ring in then she blew a kiss
To the Ottomans and Byzantines
Lying beneath the sea
She wore a pink and yellow summer dress
kept her hair just like a poetess
She traveled all the way to Germany
The trains and the cold, dark sea
The amber glow of a morning cigarette
On the Istiklal Cadessi
The vapor trails and the tiny minerettes
All the domes in silhouette
Ahhhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh…
She wore a pink and yellow summer dress
kept her hair just like a poetess
She traveled all the way to Germany
The trains and the cold, dark sea
The amber glow of a morning cigarette
On the Istiklal Cadessi
The vapor trails and the tiny minerettes
All the domes in silhouette
Ahhhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh…
She was married to the Bosphorus
She threw her ring in then she blew a kiss
To the Ottomans and Byzantines
Lying beneath the sea
She wore a pink and yellow summer dress
kept her hair just like a poetess
She traveled all the way to Germany
The trains and the cold, dark sea
The amber glow of a morning cigarette
On the Istiklal Cadessi
The vapor trails and the tiny minerettes
All the domes in silhouette
Ahhhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh…
She wore a pink and yellow summer dress
kept her hair just like a poetess
She traveled all the way to Germany
The trains and the cold, dark sea
The amber glow of a morning cigarette
On the Istiklal Cadessi
The vapor trails and the tiny minerettes
All the domes in silhouette
Ahhhhh Ahhhh Ahhhh…
