In the East

In the East, in the East

in the East, it sings so sweetly

Ah! The little nightingale

sings so sweetly.

And it tells me, it tells me

with bitter sorrow

it tells me, it tells me

a secret.

In the East, in the East

a dark boy

cannot cry

he just keeps singing.

In the East, in the East

in the East, the son of Theodoris

opens my door

and it is Sunday.

In the East, in the East

in the East say a prayer,

the swallow has come to the courtyard.