Perdido en mi propia New York

New York, New York... (Frank Sinatra)

Start spreadin' the news,

I'm leavin' today

I want to be a part of it,

New York, New York...

These vagabond shoes

Are longing to stray

Right through the very heart of it,

New York, New York...

I wanna wake up in a city

That never sleeps

And find I'm king of the hill,

Top of the heap...

My little town blues

Are melting away

I'll make a brand new start of it,

In old New York...

If I can make it there,

I'll make it anywhere

It's up to you,

New York, New York...

New York, New York...

I want to wake up in a city

That never sleeps

And find I'm A-number-one,

Top of the heap,

King of the hill,

A-number-one...

These little town blues

They are melting away

I'm gonna make

A brand new start of it

In old New York

A-a-a-nd if I can make it there,

I'm gonna make it anywhere

It's up to you,

New York, New York...

New York...