Aga Zaryan - February Evening In New York lyrics

As the stores close, a winter light Opens air to iris blue Glint of frost through the smoke Grains of mica, salt of the sidewalk As the buildings close, released autonomous Feet pattern the streets In hurry and stroll; balloon heads Drift and dive above them; the bodies Aren't really there As the lights brighten, as the sky darkens A woman with crooked heels says to another woman While they step along at a fair pace "You know, I'm telling you, what I love best Is life. I love life! Even if I ever get To be old and wheezy-or limp! You know? Limping along?-I'd still ... " Out of hearing To the multiple disordered tones Of gears changing, a dance To the compa** points, out, four-way river Prospect of sky Wedged into avenues, left at the ends of streets West sky, east sky: more life tonight! A range Of open time at winter's outskirts