Chumbawamba - New York Song - translation of the lyrics into French
Chumbawamba New York Song

Chumbawamba - New York Song

Lyrics and translation Chumbawamba - New York Song




New York Song
Chanson de New York
First time in New York, just seventeen
La première fois à New York, j'avais dix-sept ans
In a motel full of poets, drunks and
Dans un motel plein de poètes, d'ivrognes et de
Queens. I walk the city streets into the
Reines. Je marche dans les rues de la ville jusqu'à la
Night to see Manhattan in the early
Nuit pour voir Manhattan dans la lumière du matin.
Morning light. On the corner of a
Au coin d'une
Street they laugh and talk, the young
Rue, ils rient et parlent, les jeunes
Men watch me coming, block my walk;
Hommes me regardent venir, bloquent mon passage ;
They see me slow right down - they
Ils me voient ralentir - ils
Know I don't belong. Then all at once
Savent que je n'appartiens pas ici. Puis soudainement
... they all break into song.
... ils se mettent tous à chanter.




Writer(s): Neil Ferguson, Allan Whalley, Louise Watts, Judith Abbott
Chumbawamba - ABCDEFG
Album
ABCDEFG
date of release
28-02-2010

1 Introduction
2 New York Song
3 Ratatatay
4 Missed
5 The Song Collector
6 You Don't Exist
7 Singing Out The Days
8 Dance, Idiot, Dance
9 That Same So-So Tune
10 The Devil's Interval
11 Torturing James Hetfield
12 Underground
13 Wagner At The Opera
14 Pickle
15 Voices, That's All
16 Puccini Said
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