I am leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York
These vagabond shoes
They are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York
I want to wake up in that city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap
My little town blues
They are melting away
I gonna 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
Zawsze chciałem tam pojechać i jakoś nigdy nie było okazji. To przynajmniej narysowałem mapkę do najnowszego numeru National Geographic Traveler.
