Lyrics Николай Басков и Лолита Милявская - 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 number one,
Top on the list, King of the Hill,
A number one...

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 gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you,
New York, New york!
New York!