AN EASTERN MAN

I am An Eastern man with a dreamy soul.

I carry nothing in my pocket but oranges.

Look at my face, it's brown,

Look at my hands, they're white.

Yes, I am an Eastern man.

My heart holds nothing but simple love,

And my mouth smiles for no reason.

I know the wonderful colors of the evening.

And when we sing our bold stories,

Lovers drown in their dreams.

They fill the times with a stormy passion,

And from their loud whispers,

You may know silent wishes.