Текст песни Autumn In New York - Bobby Short

It′s time to end my lonely holiday
And bid the country a hasty farewell
So on this gray and melancholy day
I'll move to a Manhattan Hotel
I′ll dispense with my rose-colored chattels
And prepare for my share of adventures and battles
Here on the twenty-seventh floor
Looking down at the city I hate and adore
Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting?
Autumn in New York
It brings the thrill of first-nighting
Where glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
In canyons of steel
Are making me feel I'm home
It's autumn in New York
It brings a promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hand
May sigh for exotic land
It′s autumn in New York
It′s great to live again
Where [Incomprehensible] roulettes
And Incomprehensible]
Who lunch at the Ritz
Will tell you that it's divine
Its autumn in New York
Transforms the slums into Mayfair
Autumn in New York
You′ll need no castle in Spain
Lovers who bless the dark
From benches in Central Park
Greet autumn in New York
It's great to live it again