Manhatã

A canoe, a canoe
Crossing the morning from north to south
Goddess of legend at the bow
Raises a torch in hand

All the men in the world
Turned their eyes in that direction
Feel the taste of the wind
Singing, on the windows, the sweet name of the girl

Manhattan, Manhattan
Manhattan, Manhattan
Manhattan, Manhattan
Manhattan

Manhattan, Manhattan
Manhattan, Manhattan
Manhattan, Manhattan
Manhattan

A whirlwind of money
Sweeps the whole world, a light leviathan
And here wars dance in the midst
Of the peace of love's dwellings

Ah! Where does it go, when it's gone
All this immense joy, all this exaltation?
Ah! Loneliness, crowd
What a beautiful girl biting into the apple

Manhattan, Manhattan
Manhattan, Manhattan
Manhattan, Manhattan
Manhattan

Manhattan, Manhattan
Manhattan, Manhattan
Manhattan, Manhattan
Manhattan