Idioma Origen:
Waking up in New York City
Dreaming about how it all began
Bright lights, big city
New Amsterdam and the Indians
you called me in tears
and it looks like rain
I walk south
thru our playground
civilization's honeycomb
taxi, taxi, taxi
warm and pungent seats
take me across the bridge
i can't be late
I'm heavy with you thru cold morning avenues
rushing with the rabble under gluttonous swelling skies
I'll come to you
over clandestine sidewalks
I'll come to you
CRASHING thru dead leaves
CRASH-ING!!!!!!
i'll come to you
counting cracks in the sidewalks
i'll come to you
CRASHING
the crosswalk says stop
but there you are
flickers of a picture
between the static of cars
and it's a relief
that these walls are so high
like arms that hold us together
waiting for a green light
go- go- go-
STOP!
go- go- go-
STOP!
We embrace in the heart of our city
On wet broken sidewalks we're free
Idioma Destino:
Waking up in New York City
Dreaming about how it all began
Bright lights, big city
New Amsterdam and the Indians
you called me in tears
and it looks like rain
I walk south
thru our playground
civilization's honeycomb
taxi, taxi, taxi
warm and pungent seats
take me across the bridge
i can't be late
I'm heavy with you thru cold morning avenues
rushing with the rabble under gluttonous swelling skies
I'll come to you
over clandestine sidewalks
I'll come to you
CRASHING thru dead leaves
CRASH-ING!!!!!!
i'll come to you
counting cracks in the sidewalks
i'll come to you
CRASHING
the crosswalk says stop
but there you are
flickers of a picture
between the static of cars
and it's a relief
that these walls are so high
like arms that hold us together
waiting for a green light
go- go- go-
STOP!
go- go- go-
STOP!
We embrace in the heart of our city
On wet broken sidewalks we're free