You don't care a lot about me,
I care a lot about you.
I'm close to you
What are you looking at?
I'll lose you,
that you throw into your heart a little here,
and a little there,
what are you thinking of?
You care a lot about me
I grieve very much for you.
You know I know true stories
only the ones where it breaks the heart,
and flaps its wings and you seem crazy to me and forget
that you are beautiful Rome
Why are you
still beautiful?
Let's say he falls back in love with it,
You are beautiful Rome
Because you are still beautiful.
Come on suffer'
to make you feel,
what a sky there is in the sky in Rome
ner sky lit red fire of red gold,
core of red gold
of this Rome of mine.
You care a lot about us,
who grew up under your eyes,
with the rain and the sun,
on the meadows with the nine shoes
and under the cornices
and the Angioloni and the sad Popes
and the good, good Popes...
and the florists and the cascherini
and tough faces. ...
And consider that we were kids,

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