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...