Frank Sinatra - New York, New York [Признавашки Галич] | Текст песни

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Start spreading the news, I'm leaving today.
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York.
These vagabond shoes, are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York.

I wanna wake up, In a city that doesn't sleep.
And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap.

These little town blues, are melting away.
I'll make a brand new start of it, in old New York.

If I can make it there,
I'll make it anywhere.
It's up to you, New York, New York.

New York, New York.
I want to wake up, in a city that never sleeps.
And find I'm A-number-one, top of the list, king of the hill, A-number-1...

These little town blues, are melting away.
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it,
In old New York, and...

If I can make it there, I'm gone make it anywhere.
It's up to you, New York, New York!

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