Музыка, уносящая мысли Музыка о вечном, о жизни и смерти, о судьбе, о мечте, немножко о любви, обо всем и ни о чем.
Wake up in New York Put a comb through your hair Don't you ever want to lie down When there's no-one else around I want to say this to you
I know I hurt you You know you hurt me too Don't you ever want to lie down Close your eyes and leave the ground I want to get hold of you
I'll meet you in New York By the drugstore on First Avenue And then we will lie down With the buildings all around I want to say this to you I want to say this to you