Brooklyn

My old town called Brooklyn. On the old street of Brooklyn in the bar of Uncle Joe, a pleasant atmosphere, there is jazz and wine. Oh my Brooklyn, I grew up on your streets, I don't know the best city in the world, I like it here so much, I feel so good. At night you transform, a light body blows, and beautiful music knocks on every house. Oh my Brooklyn, I grew up on your streets, I don't know a better city in the world, I love it here, I feel so good. When we were children, we loved to walk through your old streets, enjoying the colorful autumn landscapes. But as the years passed, we all grew up, but Brooklyn remained the same, with its new neighborhoods adding to its charm. Oh my Brooklyn, I grew up on your streets, I don't know a better city in the world, I love it here, I feel so good. In this city, I found my beloved woman, and I want to live here with her. Thank you, Brooklyn, you are always in my heart. Oh my Brooklyn, I grew up on your streets, I don't know a better city in the world, I love it here, I feel so good.