Mi Calle Es Nueva York

I feel the wind's breath as it uncovers a summer love
On a postcard
On a postcard

I keep looking for your face in the rearview mirror
That looked at my skirt
As the Sun rises
As the Sun rises

The radio is an orchestra and my street is New York
The cars are carriages for two
The corner store a nice salon
Where we're dancing, you and I

I want to be able to decipher what time whispers
As it passes so quickly
And I'm not able
And I'm not able

Like a wave from the sea that surrenders to the harbor
After escaping
I want to rest
I want to rest
The radio is an orchestra and my street is New York
The cars are carriages for two
The corner store a nice salon
Where we're dancing, you and I

The cats are pigeons flying around
The stripes of the pajamas, to prison
To which I always return when turning off the alarm clock

The radio is an orchestra and my street is New York
The cars are carriages for two
The corner store a nice salon
Where we're dancing, you and I

The cats are pigeons flying around
The stripes of the pajamas, to prison
To which I always return when waking up
To which I return once more
To which I return when turning off the alarm clock