~ Man from Istanbul ~
I am sitting on the roof of your house, spewing vile volumes from my mouth..
Oh, it didn’t take me long to get here 'cos I got a leg from a leather faced man.
He’s not from this land..
I am waiting beside your bed, I got a wicker basket to take home your head,
Oh it didn’t take me long to get here 'cos I got a lift from the highway man.
He’s always lending me a hand..
And now the Ottoman is dead, the Black Sea has turned red.
Oh, it didn’t take him long to get her despite of the life he led..
There was a man with saffron in his hands, a man from Istanbul.
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