Willie Nile - Streets of New York [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

The streets of New York
A maze made of iron and stone
A labyrinth complete
With edges that cut through the bone

They come by the millions
The hipster, the prince and the clown
They come ?cause they know that
Something?s going down?
On the streets of New York

The streets of New York
Wind and turn in their own crooked way
A motherless child
So reckless at work and at play

Still-born buildings abound
Corporations of steel
Long lines at the lost and found
All serve to reveal?
The streets of New York

The streets of New York
Have faces only mothers could love
From rich boys in silk
To panhandlers who can?t get enough

Drifters ride on the subways
Hustlers roam through the night
Tourists come back again and again
Until they get it right?
On the streets of New York

The streets of New York
Unfold like a matchmaker?s dream
Day becomes night
Through canyons of concrete and steam

Juliet on the rooftops
Romeo underground
Late at night when their lips meet
You can?t hear a sound?
On the streets of New York

The streets of New York
Have places where two hearts can meet
The west side, uptown
Or down here on Revington Street

Meet me tonight by the station
Meet me in Washington Square
We?ll drink wine and dance on the moonlight
And I?ll hold you in the air?
On the streets of New York