Another Hundred People/Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters [Portuguese translation]

Another hundred people just got off of the train

And came up through the ground,

While another hundred people just got off of the bus

And are looking around

At another hundred people who got off of the plane

And are looking at us

Who got off of the train

And the plane and the bus

Maybe yesterday.

It's a city of strangers,

Some come to work, some to play

A city of strangers,

Some come to stare, some to stay

And every day

The ones who stay

Now I know, "Spanish Harlem" are not just pretty words to say

I thought I knew, but now I know that rose trees never grow

In New York City

Until you've seen this trash can dream come true

You stand at the edge, while people run you through

And I thank the Lord, there's people out there like you

I thank the Lord, there's people out there like you

While Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters

Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers

Turn around and say good morning to the night

For unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why

They know not if it's dark outside or light

This Broadway's got, it's got a lot of songs to sing

If I knew the tunes I might join in

I go my way alone, I grow my own

My own seeds shall be sown, in New York City

Subway's no way for a good man to go down

Rich man can ride, and the hobo he can drown

And I thank the Lord for the people I have found

I thank the Lord for the people I have found

While Mona Lisas and mad hatters

Sons of bankers, sons of lawyers

Turn around and say good morning to the night

For unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why

They know not if it's dark outside or light

For unless they see the sky, but they can't and that is why

They know not if it's dark outside or light

• Artist:Annaleigh Ashford
• Album:Lost in the Stars: Live at 54 Below