Bosphorus

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 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