It's smog outside,
December and dark,
December and dark.
In a late hour,
My city dies.
Chance would be a fine thing,
that you were here tonight,
O Persian Princess.
Depression,
planet of sighs.
Depression,
From peas and cabbage,
Peas and cabbage.
The scent of Istanbul,
From your lips.
The scent of Istanbul,
In times of cancelled flights.