Topenga Ataata
Kupu Tūpato
It was Christmas Eve, babe
– Ko Te Po O te Kirihimete, babe
In the drunk tank
– I roto i te tank haurangi
An old man said to me
– Ka mea mai tētahi kaumātua ki ahau
“Won’t see another one”
– “E kore e kite i tetahi atu”
And then he sang a song
– Na ka waiata ia i tētahi waiata
‘The Rare Old Mountain Dew’
– ‘Ko Te Rare Old Mountain Dew’
I turned my face away
– I tahuri atu ahau i toku mata
And dreamed about you
– A ka moemoea e pā ana ki a koe
Got on a lucky one
– He waimarie
Came in eighteen-to-one
– I tae mai i te tekau mā waru ki te kotahi
I’ve got a feeling
– He whakaaro taku
This year’s for me and you
– Ko tenei tau mo au me koe
So, Happy Christmas
– Na, Kirihimete Hari
I love you, baby
– Aroha ana ahau ki a koe, baby
I can see a better time
– Ka taea e ahau te kite i te wa pai
When all our dreams come true
– Ka tutuki katoa ā tātou moemoea
They’ve got cars big as bars, they’ve got rivers of gold
– He waka nui ō rātou hei paepae, he awa koura ō rātou
But the wind goes right through you, it’s no place for the old
– Ko te hau e haere tika ana i roto ia koe, kaore he waahi mo te tawhito
When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas Eve
– I te Wā tuatahi i mau koe i toku ringa i te Pō o te Kirihimete makariri
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me
– I oati mai koe Ki ahau Kei Te tatari Mai A Broadway ki ahau
You were handsome, you were pretty, queen of New York City
– He ataahua koe, he ataahua koe, kuini o New York City
When the band finished playing, they howled out for more
– I te mutunga o te whakatangi a te rōpū, ka nui ake te tangi a rātau
Sinatra was swinging, all the drunks, they were singing
– I te whakairi a Sinatra, e nga haurangi katoa, e waiata ana ratou
We kissed on a corner, then danced through the night
– I kihi mātou i tētahi kokonga, kātahi ka kanikani i te pō
The boys of the NYPD choir were singing “Galway Bay”
– I waiata ngā tama o Te rōpū waiata O TE PIRIHIMANA o NEW YORK “Galway Bay”
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day
– Na ka tangi nga pere mo Te Ra Kirihimete
You’re a bum, you’re a punk, you’re an old slut on junk
– He tangata pōhēhē koe, he tangata pōhēhē koe, he wahine tawhito koe i runga i te paru
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
– E takoto ana i reira tata mate i runga i te maturuturunga iho i roto i taua moenga
You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap, lousy faggot
– Ko koe te peke, ko koe te peke, ko koe te peke, ko koe te peke
Happy Christmas, your arse, I pray God it’s our last
– Kia hari Te Kirihimete, e tou hope, inoi Ahau Ki Te Atua ko to tatou whakamutunga
The boys of the NYPD choir, still singing “Galway Bay”
– Ko ngā kōhungahunga o TE nypd choir, e waiata tonu ana ” Galway Bay”
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
– A kei te tangi nga pere mo Te Ra Kirihimete
“I could have been someone”, well, so could anyone
– “I taea e ahau te tangata”, pai, kia taea e tetahi
You took my dreams from me when I first found you
– I tangohia e koe aku moemoea i ahau i taku kitenga tuatahi i a koe
I kept them with me, babe, I put them with my own
– I puritia e ahau ki ahau, e te tamaiti, i hoatu e ahau ki a ratou ki toku ake
Can’t make it all alone, I’ve built my dreams around you
– Kāore e taea e au anake te mahi, kua hanga e au aku moemoea ki a koe
The boys of the NYPD choir, still singing “Galway Bay”
– Ko ngā kōhungahunga o TE nypd choir, e waiata tonu ana ” Galway Bay”
And the bells are ringing out for Christmas Day
– A kei te tangi nga pere mo Te Ra Kirihimete
