Postal de Nueva York

I wanna stay here forgotten
Drawing the skyline
And even though the Brooklyn bridge is screaming today
The waters are not so turbulent anymore

Little or nothing matters here lost
If it already was or will be or is starting
Now that everyone wants to be Cinderella
And I just want to forget the calendar

And walking everything feels familiar
My eyes swear they feel at home
But when we leave the cinema and walk back
We are alone in New York

Lola dances to the rhythm of the waves
On a blanket of yellow leaves
While Jorge in the garden paints songs
About pretty girls on the shore

They say that in Maria Pita the windows
Won't shine for a while
The evening falls and as the square dies
Here it's six more hours of winter

And walking everything feels familiar
My eyes swear they feel at home
But when we leave the cinema and walk back
We are alone in New York

But when we leave the cinema and walk back
We are alone
We are alone
We are alone in New York