And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
Until you've seen this trash can dreams come true
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the Lord
There's people out there like you
I thank the Lord
There's people out there like you
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
This Broadway's got
It's got a lot of songs to sing
If I knew the tune I might join in
Oh, and go my way alone
Grow my own
My own seeds shall be sown in New York City
Subway's no way for a good man to go down
Rich man can ride and the hobo he can drown
And I thank the Lord
For the people I have found
I thank the Lord
For the people I have found
Oh
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
And now I know
Spanish Harlem are not just pretty words to say
I thought I knew
But now I know that rose trees never grow in New York City
Until you've seen this trash can dreams come true and
You stand at the edge while people run you through
And I thank the Lord
There's people out there like you, yeah
I thank the Lord
There's people there like you, oh
While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters
Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers
Turn around and say good morning to the night
For unless they see the sky
But they can't and that is why
They know not if it's dark outside or light
They know not if it's dark outside or light
E agora eu sei, harlem espanhol
Não são palavras legais de se dizer.
Eu achava que sabia,
Mas agora eu sei que as roseiras não crescem
Na cidade de new york.
Até você ver este sonho de lata-de-lixo virar
verdade,
Você fica à margem enquanto as pessoas passam direto
por você.
E eu agradeço a deus que existe gente igual a você.
Agradeço a deus porque existe gente igual a você.
Enquanto as mona lisas e os chapeleiros loucos,
Filhos de banqueiros, filhos de advogados,
Viram-se e dão bom-dia à noite,
Porque, a menos que eles vejam o céu,
Mas eles não conseguem ver, e a razão
É porque eles não sabem se está escuro ou claro lá
fora.
Esta broadway tem um monte de músicas pra se cantar,
Se eu soubesse o tom poderia me juntar.
Vou seguir meu rumo sozinho,
Deixar crescer minhas sementes que vou plantar
Na cidade de new york.
O metrô não é o jeito pra um homem de bem ir para
baixo,
Os ricos andam de carona, e os mendigos eles
descartam,
E eu agradeço a deus pelas pessoas que encontrei,
Agradeço a deus pelas pessoas que encontrei.
