Bosphorus

The aroma of spices flies in the Air. This scorching sun dies and warms up your Steps. I'll buy coffee the same color as your Eyes, and with you hand in hand go to Solve some misteries. How fool, baby, I was. I solely fought to draw the line, Draw the line. But under the night cause you'll always be Mine. I'm such an egoist, want you to look only At me. Today I'm with the compass and of Course you are the east. Together we have crossed the Bosphorus. There's nothing, nothing, baby, I want more. How fool, baby, I was. I solely fought to draw the line, Draw the line. But under the night cause you'll always be mine. You'll Always be mine.