Elton John - Mona lisas e os chapeleiros loucos
Mona Lisas And Mad Hatters
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 dream 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 out side or light.
This Broadway's got, its got a lot of songs to sing,
if I knew the tunes I might join in.
I go my way alone, grow my own,
my own seeds shall be sown, in New York city.
Subways 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.
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 out side 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.
Subways 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.
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.
Mona lisas e os chapeleiros loucos
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.
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