E agora eu sei, harlem espanhol And now I know Não são palavras legais de se dizer. Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say Eu achava que sabia, I thought I knew Mas agora eu sei que as roseiras não crescem But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City Na cidade de new york.
Até você ver este sonho de lata-de-lixo virar Until you've seen this trash can dreams come true verdade, You stand at the edge while people run you through Você fica à margem enquanto as pessoas passam direto And I thank the Lord por você. There's people out there like you E eu agradeço a deus que existe gente igual a você. I thank the Lord Agradeço a deus porque existe gente igual a você. There's people out there like you
Enquanto as mona lisas e os chapeleiros loucos, While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Filhos de banqueiros, filhos de advogados, Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Viram-se e dão bom-dia à noite, Turn around and say good morning to the night Porque, a menos que eles vejam o céu, For unless they see the sky Mas eles não conseguem ver, e a razão But they can't and that is why É porque eles não sabem se está escuro ou claro lá They know not if it's dark outside or light fora.
Esta broadway tem um monte de músicas pra se cantar, This Broadway's got Se eu soubesse o tom poderia me juntar. It's got a lot of songs to sing Vou seguir meu rumo sozinho, If I knew the tune I might join in Deixar crescer minhas sementes que vou plantar Oh, and go my way alone Na cidade de new york. Grow my own My own seeds shall be sown in New York City
O metrô não é o jeito pra um homem de bem ir para Subway's no way for a good man to go down baixo, Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown Os ricos andam de carona, e os mendigos eles And I thank the Lord descartam, For the people I have found E eu agradeço a deus pelas pessoas que encontrei, I thank the Lord Agradeço a deus pelas pessoas que encontrei. For the people I have found
Oh While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light
And now I know Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say I thought I knew But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
Until you've seen this trash can dreams come true and You stand at the edge while people run you through And I thank the Lord There's people out there like you, yeah I thank the Lord There's people there like you, oh
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers Turn around and say good morning to the night For unless they see the sky But they can't and that is why They know not if it's dark outside or light They know not if it's dark outside or light