I had a stopover in Istanbul via Paris
The air cabin crew were very friendly, I was there to stay
Until we reached our paradise.
I never saw the Bosphorous, though
I didn't hear a reed or saz, or eat a piece of Turkish delight
As we flew through the night without a Balgama lutenist.
I asked the old lady who was going to Tehran, was it safe for foreigners?
She said I would probably be taken hostage.. just on time
I joined the Chinese passengers on their way home.
Saz
I had a transit stop in Istanbul via Paris
The air cabin crew were so friendly, I was all for staying put
until we reached our paradise.
I never got to see the Bosphorous, though
I never heard a saz or ate a piece of Turkish delight
as we flew through the night without a Balgama lutenist.
I asked the old lady going to Tehran, was it safe for foreigners?
She said I'd likely be taken hostage .. just in time
I joined the Chinese passengers going home.
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