Don't walk, the traffic lights are red,
The cars flow nonstop.
Broadway, at dusk,
I am at a loose end so I just go,
Wooo!
Saxhorn, that musician,
At the streetside, the honking goes on.
However, I will throw a quarter dollar,
All the people who are in a hurry are not even listening,
Wooo!
Oh Manhattan wind,
Autumn's wind is cold, cold,
Oh Manhattan wind,
My skin smells like you,
Keep blowing until you disappear,
Keep blowing,
Keep blowing,
Keep blowing,
Oh ye ye ye…
"Made in Japan" in tiny letters
Is what it says inside the prêt-à-porter1-wear,
The name of a country I don't know
I found my mood and I watch, Oh!
Oh Manhattan wind,
Autumn's wind is cold, cold,
Oh Manhattan wind,
My skin smells like you,
Keep blowing until you disappear,
Keep blowing,
Keep blowing,
Keep blowing,
Oh ye ye ye…
Oh Manhattan wind,
Autumn's wind is cold, cold,
Oh Manhattan wind,
My skin smells like you,
Keep blowing until you disappear,
Keep blowing,
Keep blowing,
Keep blowing,
Oh ye ye ye…
Oh Manhattan wind!
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