كلمات Winter Winterkill

What a cold winter night in New York The wind whips under my skin I need a shelter I need a cup of soup Snowflakes in the air Breezes under women's dresses Hats and newsprints in the air Cats in the corners Dogs in the doorways Sneezes on the sweaters Lukewarm paper cups Wine bottles opened Fever explosions We shall be home soon We shall be home soon What a bright winter's day in New York The sun shines under my skin I hear red fire trucks The toy-like sirens call Smoke peppers the air Teases me, oh what a thrill! Blue balloons all trapped in trees I truly love you You are my sunshrine Freezes all the winterkill Think we all have wings A swirl around me Fever explosions We shall be home soon We shall be home soon