Autumn in New York
Why does it seem so inviting
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-knighting
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
In canyons of steel
They’re making me feel
Autumn in New York
It spells the thrill of first-knighting
Glittering crowds and shimmering clouds
In canyons of steel
They’re making me feel
I’m home
It’s autumn in New York
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands
It’s autumn in New York
It’s good to live it again
It’s autumn in New York
That brings the promise of new love
Autumn in New York
Is often mingled with pain
Dreamers with empty hands
They sigh for exotic lands
It’s autumn in New York
It’s good to live it again
Autumn in New York
The gleaming rooftops at sundown
Autumn in New York
It lifts you up when you’re rundown
The gleaming rooftops at sundown
Autumn in New York
It lifts you up when you’re rundown
Jaded roués and gay divorcés
Who lunch at the Ritz
Will tell you that
It’s divine
Who lunch at the Ritz
Will tell you that
It’s divine
This autumn in New York
Transforms the slums into Mayfair
Autumn in New York
You’ll need no castles in Spain
Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park
It’s autumn in New York
It’s good to live it again.
Transforms the slums into Mayfair
Autumn in New York
You’ll need no castles in Spain
Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park
It’s autumn in New York
It’s good to live it again.
Caram, Billie Holiday, altra de les meues debilitats, "It's divine". La tardor deu estar tota ella a l'altra banda de l'Atlàntic, que a València ens té més que oblidats.
ResponEliminaEncara no hi ha arribat del tot tampoc, però fa una estona he vist una caiguda de fulles preciosa a Riverside Park. Ara plou, mentre sona la cançó tardoral.
ResponEliminaAl nord-oest ja fa dies que el paisatge és ocre, vermell, groc i verd també. Sempre en queda una mica de verd, encara que sigui el de la molsa.
ResponEliminaMolts records als novaiorquesos.
Hem estat uns dies a Madrid i la temperatura era sofocant, la tardor aquí és encara una il.lusió fins que s'imposi...
ResponEliminaRecords als del nord-oest, David! Esteu a punt?
ResponEliminaDe fet, tot és sempre una il·lusió, Teresa!