N.Y.C. (radio edit) - Charles & Eddie translation in German

N.Y.C. (radio edit)

Charles & Eddie
N.
Y.
CI was hanging out on Joy's front steps
It was the summer of love
We were in New York City
Vibe was cool with the radio on
I think it was Sly singing &quot
Que Sera Sera&quot
My mother kept saying you're wastin' your life
Sittin' here watching the world go by
Why don't you guys get out there and do something
We did, we became brothers that night
Sharing our lives over a bottle of Ide's
But that was fine with me
There was some kind of riot on the lower
East Side
Some rich man shot some homeless guy
He thought he was being robbed(chorus)You can hear him say? Can you believe this city
Didn't get much sleep staying out all night
Soul kitchen was hoppin'We'd sneak in the side and dance
Smash was spinnin' some whack new song
We was all snappin' hard on his moms
But he was cool
That shit was funky
That shit was funky
Teachers were quittin' their jobs by the ton
Every kid in the school was totin' a gun
And they were just too scared
You can hear them say? Can you believe this city
Ran into C on the E train
Had a brand new copy of Marvin Gaye's&quot
Trouble Man" I couldn't help thinkin' coming home that day
Is it New York City or back to L.
A.

N.Y.C. (Radio-Edit)

Charles & Eddie
N.
Y.
C Ich ging auf Joys Haustreppe ab
Es war der Sommer der Liebe
Wir waren in New York City
Stimmung gut, Radio an
Ich glaub, es war Sly, der "
Que Sera Sera" sang
Meine Mutter meinte stets: "Ihr vergeudet euer Leben"
Sitzt hier, seht der Welt beim Vorbeiziehn zu
Warum geht ihr nicht raus, tut was?"
Wir wurden Brüder in jener Nacht
Teilten unser Leben bei Ide's Flasche
Doch mir war's recht
Da war ein Aufruhr im unteren East
Side-Bezirk
Ein Reicher schoss auf'n Obdachlosen
Er dachte, er wird ausgeraubt (Refrain) Hörst du ihn fragen, Schatz: Glaubst du's, diese Stadt?
Kaum Schlaf, draußen die ganze Nacht durch
Soul Kitchen boomte, wir schlichen seitlich rein und tanzten
Smash legte ein krasses neues Lied auf
Wir groovten heftig auf seine Mama
Aber er war cool
Der Shit, der war funky
Der Shit, der war funky
Lehrer kündigten massenhaft
Jedes Schulkind trug 'ne Waffe
Sie waren viel zu verängstigt
Hörst du sie fragen, Schatz: Glaubst du's, diese Stadt?
Traf C im E-Zug
Hat' 'ne neue Platte von Marvin Gaye, "
Trouble Man" Ich konnte nicht umhin, heimwärts zu denken
New York City oder zurück nach L.
A.