Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank A fumaça esta descendo no leste do ria banco Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street Como um manto que cobre Bleeker Street Fills the alleys where men sleep Fills the alleys where men sleep Preenche os becos onde os homens dormem Hides the shepherd from the sheep Hides the shepherd from the sheep Esconde o pastor das ovelhas Voices leaking from a sad cafe Voices leaking from a sad cafe Smiling faces try to understand Smiling faces try to understand Vozes vazando de um café triste I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand rostos sorridentes tentam entender On Bleeker Street On Bleeker Street Vi uma sombra tocar na mão de uma sombra A poet reads his crooked rhyme A poet reads his crooked rhyme Em Bleeker Street Holy, holy is his sacrament Holy, holy is his sacrament Thirty dollars pays your rent Thirty dollars pays your rent Um poeta lê sua rima torta On Bleeker Street On Bleeker Street Santo, santo é o seu sacramento I head a church bell softly chime I head a church bell softly chime Trinta dólares paga seu aluguel In a melody sustainin' In a melody sustainin' Em Bleeker Street It's a long road to Caanan It's a long road to Caanan On Bleeker Street On Bleeker Street Eu a cabeça de um sino da igreja badala suave Bleeker Street Bleeker Street Em um sustenida melodia