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.