What a Sight

(testo e musica di Bruno Fabrizio Sorba)

From the dirty window
A woman watches, her day complete.
Sipping tea, she takes a pause
In the city's chaos, she finds no cause.
People rushing by
In monotony, they're lost, oh my.
But in her mind, a vision bright
A city dancing in pure delight.

What a sight  what a sight,
In every step,  what a sight,
We all agree , what a sight, what a sight.

In the traffic turns into a song, into a song
As people dance and move along.
In the rhythm, pure joy they find.
No more grays, just vibrant hues
in every step, a new muse.
The cityscape, once dull and plain,
now a lively, colorful domain.

What a sight  what a sight,
In every step,  what a sight,
We all agree , what a sight, what a sight.

In every movement
we're made whole.
A world of dance,
In this city, every day is a night.

What a sight  what a sight,
In every step,  what a sight,
We all agree , what a sight, what a sight