New York, New York

City of lights,
Half phantasy, half historical molding,
Is where the degree of liberation is measured
In the number of dreams.

Here it is not easy
Running out of thrills.
Whirlwinds deliver sensations,
Espouse bodies,
Make hearts sweat.

It’s Saturday morning,
Smiles turned into butterflies overnight,
Hearts rummage in enigmas,
Cause we are young.

New York, New York,
You turn the invisible into something beautiful,
A city that’s always hopeful,
Where the degree of liberation is measured
In the number of dreams.

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