Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank Fumaças rolando pela margem do rio leste Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street Como um manto que cobre Rua Bleeker Fills the alleys where men sleep Fills the alleys where men sleep Preenche os becos onde os homens o sono 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 Vozes vazamento de um café triste Smiling faces try to understand Smiling faces try to understand rostos sorridentes tentar entender I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand Vi uma sombra tocar na mão de uma sombra On Bleeker Street On Bleeker Street Na Rua Bleeker A poet reads his crooked rhyme A poet reads his crooked rhyme Um poeta lê sua rima torta Holy, holy is his sacrament Holy, holy is his sacrament Santo, santo é o seu sacramento Thirty dollars pays your rent Thirty dollars pays your rent Trinta dólares paga seu aluguel On Bleeker Street On Bleeker Street Na Rua Bleeker I head a church bell softly chime I head a church bell softly chime Eu a cabeça de um sino da igreja badalanda suave In a melody sustainin' In a melody sustainin' Em uma melodia "sustainin" It's a long road to Caanan It's a long road to Caanan É uma longa estrada para Canaã On Bleeker Street On Bleeker Street Na Rua Bleeker Bleeker Street Bleeker Street Rua Bleeker