This is a day in which the moon
merges with the road, and goes fast.
The violence of the morning gives way
to the sadness of the evening
and San Lorenzo asks yet another love song.
But sorry I have to go away Rome
Rome tell me who you are.
Rome tell me, tell me, tell me what you want.
Can't you see my hands ,
my hands locked in my pockets
You can't hear this voice,
this damned voice that doesn't want to come out.
But inside me only, only the desire for a another song
But sorry I have to go away Rome
Rome tell me who you are.
Rome tell me, tell me, tell me what you want
and San Lorenzo asks for the usual love story
But sorry I have to go away to Rome
Rome tell me who you are
Rome tell me, tell me, tell me what you want.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN