Streets Of Brooklyn

Rodrigo Moratto

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    Brownstone guarded cobble stoned streets
    Things that not everybody could see
    Poor Irish boy, Puerto Rican girl
    Who fell in love thought they'd change the world
    Blacks, West indians in their Islands of struggle
    Russians, Italians, Latin Americans, Asians
    Middle eastern men, European Caucasians
    Imagine everything these streets could say
    Just sit silently close your eyes and pray

    Things I wouldn't have the heart to say
    If I tell you don't you tell them who I am
    You'd be amazed at the things that happen here
    You know Brooklyn ain't no fairy tale
    It's reality, more I could ever tell
    It's Suffering, History, good and B.A. D. memories

    In the Streets of Brooklyn
    So many things I've seen
    Wasn't even looking for it
    Do you know what I mean?
    And sometimes its hard to let go
    Do you understand me hey YO!
    In the Streets of Brooklyn

    At 19, in his eyes the fire
    His heart filled with passion and desire
    Brazilian born, Portuguese soul
    His Moorish eyes thought he'd conquer the world
    Then the 11 came and his life fell apart
    They took his home and they broke his heart
    He knew that nothing would ever be the same
    So he went back home, tried to start a new life again

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    Everyday he looks around to find
    Just a little truth in simple things of life
    I am amazed, cuz its oh so hard to try
    I don't know the way his story ends
    I am still about to try to comprehend
    It's one of many, I've been around my friend
    Oh yeah, yeah

    In the Streets of Brooklyn
    So many things I've seen
    Wasn't even looking for it
    Do you know what I mean?
    And sometimes its hard to let go
    Do you understand me hey YO!
    In the Streets of Brooklyn
    (Repeat)

    Hon you better listen when I say
    I've been through a lot of hurting pain
    I have become what I am living day by day
    In Brooklyn

    In the Streets of Brooklyn
    So many things I've seen
    Wasn't even looking for it
    Do you know what I mean?
    And sometimes its hard to let go
    Do you understand me hey YO!
    In the Streets of Brooklyn
    (Repeat)

    In the streets of Brooklyn ( I have found)
    In the streets of Brooklyn (True love)
    In the streets of Brooklyn (My very best friends)
    In the streets of Brooklyn (Been through pain in joy)
    In the streets of Brooklyn (I fell in love)
    In the streets of Brooklyn ( I wish I could tell you
    everything, yeah!)

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    Composición: Rodrigo Moratto y Eduardo Queiroz

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