New York lends out tools and tomorrow is their birthday.
New York is a nice person.
Sometimes they lend me their tools.
And tomorrow is their birthday.
In the morning they leave the house
and don't return until the pale evening sun.
New York is a nice person.
They love their family
and also believe in God.
And tomorrow is their birthday.
Sometimes I see their wife.
Sometimes I can hear the children.
New York is a nice person.
On weekends they drive to waterfalls.
There they eat their bread and drink wine,
and tomorrow is his birthday.
There is nothing special.
That is enough.
New York is a nice person.
And tomorrow is his birthday.
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