Lyrics РисБо - Нью-Йорк
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город нигерезирован, залатинен, окитаен.
в этих каменных джунглях и мы обитаем.
мне привычно засыпать в метро, если лучами сон подбит.
what about day? it's over!
здесь обыденно качать головой под бит,
иногда пританцовывая.
мне здесь уютно.
всё как будто
свое, родное, от площадей
до станций
и полюбилось,
как Д'Артаньяну Констанция,
как жаворонкам утро.
здесь всё, черт возьми, всё
просит
остаться.
время плетет кружева,
и если в сердце тепло -
оставлю на стуже вас,
там, где листья кружат вальс,
а у меня yellow cub
и Нью-Йорк за стеклом.
это круче всяких видений,
но это просто - вот так!
под ногами Уолл стрит, я плетусь
в Брайант парк
в руках любимая пицца от Дэнни.
позади 9 часов перелетов,
и вот оно,
крупнейшее и самое желанное
из всех яблок.
небоскребы,
стоящие блок-о-блок,
облака шкрябают.
я человек семейный и за годы
думал расставить все точки
над "и".
но глубоко вздохнув свободой,
понял, что могу стать одиночкой,
просто убив,
все то, что построено
было годами
построено
было нами.
это растраивает.
***
3 месяца спустя..
Вечерние улицы, как всегда в яркие огни одеты
В кармане лишь пара мятых купюр -
Бумажник-холостяк.
На ногах старые кеды..
Пустяк!
Не важно в чем ты, важно где ты.
Дружище, я в самом сердце мечты.
В самом сердце мечты.
Для меня больше нет времени и пространства
Двери четырехкомнатной квартиры-сердца
Закрыты.
Я там, где всю жизнь мечтал оказаться.
Куда рвался с особым усердством.
Но я не хочу быть забытым.
Ах, Нью-Йорк, что же ты делаешь..
Время бунтарства?
Быть мне повстанцем?
Рваться в бой?
Я полюбил этот город
И в нем все, черт возьми, все
Просит остаться
Собой.
Я нужен там, где родился,
Я возвращаюсь домой.
the city is nigerezirovanny, zalatinen, okitanen.
we live in this stone jungle.
I am used to falling asleep on the subway if the rays of sleep are knocked out.
what about day? it's over!
it's common to shake your head to the beat here,
sometimes dancing.
I'm comfortable here.
everything is as if
your own, dear, from the squares
to stations
and fell in love
like Constance D'Artagnan,
like morning to larks.
everything here, damn it, everything
asks
stay.
time weaves lace
and if the heart is warm -
I'll leave you in the cold
where the leaves are circling the waltz,
and I have a yellow cub
and New York behind glass.
it's cooler than any vision
but it's simple - just like that!
under the feet of Wall Street, I trudge
to Bryant Park
Danny's favorite pizza in hand.
behind 9 hours of flights,
and here it is
the largest and most desirable
from all apples.
skyscrapers,
standing block-o-block,
the clouds scrape.
I am a family man and for years
thought to put all the points
above the "and".
but taking a deep breath of freedom,
realized that I could become a loner
just by killing
all that is built
been years
built
was us.
it's frustrating.
***
3 months later ..
Evening streets, as always dressed in bright lights
There are only a couple of crumpled bills in my pocket -
Bachelor wallet.
Old sneakers on my feet ..
Trifle!
It doesn't matter what you are, it matters where you are.
Man, I'm in the heart of a dream.
In the heart of a dream.
There is no more time and space for me
Doors of a four-room apartment-heart
Closed.
I am where all my life dreamed of being.
Where he was striving with special zeal.
But I don't want to be forgotten.
Ah, New York, what are you doing ..
Rebellion time?
Should I be a rebel?
Rush into battle?
I loved this city
And it's all, damn it, everything
Asks to stay
By yourself.
I am needed where I was born
I am going back home.
we live in this stone jungle.
I am used to falling asleep on the subway if the rays of sleep are knocked out.
what about day? it's over!
it's common to shake your head to the beat here,
sometimes dancing.
I'm comfortable here.
everything is as if
your own, dear, from the squares
to stations
and fell in love
like Constance D'Artagnan,
like morning to larks.
everything here, damn it, everything
asks
stay.
time weaves lace
and if the heart is warm -
I'll leave you in the cold
where the leaves are circling the waltz,
and I have a yellow cub
and New York behind glass.
it's cooler than any vision
but it's simple - just like that!
under the feet of Wall Street, I trudge
to Bryant Park
Danny's favorite pizza in hand.
behind 9 hours of flights,
and here it is
the largest and most desirable
from all apples.
skyscrapers,
standing block-o-block,
the clouds scrape.
I am a family man and for years
thought to put all the points
above the "and".
but taking a deep breath of freedom,
realized that I could become a loner
just by killing
all that is built
been years
built
was us.
it's frustrating.
***
3 months later ..
Evening streets, as always dressed in bright lights
There are only a couple of crumpled bills in my pocket -
Bachelor wallet.
Old sneakers on my feet ..
Trifle!
It doesn't matter what you are, it matters where you are.
Man, I'm in the heart of a dream.
In the heart of a dream.
There is no more time and space for me
Doors of a four-room apartment-heart
Closed.
I am where all my life dreamed of being.
Where he was striving with special zeal.
But I don't want to be forgotten.
Ah, New York, what are you doing ..
Rebellion time?
Should I be a rebel?
Rush into battle?
I loved this city
And it's all, damn it, everything
Asks to stay
By yourself.
I am needed where I was born
I am going back home.