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 
She 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…