Rome where are you?
You were with me,
today you are a prisoner,
I am a prisoner.
Rome, ancient city,
now an old reality
you don't notice me
and you don't know how sorry you feel for me.
But the sky rains on the city
you with your heart in the mud,
the gold and the silver, the tea rooms
a country that no longer has bells,< br/>Go sweet life, you're leaving
on the Lungotevere in celebration,
concert of violas and high society,
your scent of Roman holidays.
Beautiful Rome, you, the muses Yours,
Shiny asphalt,
Goodbye Rome,
coin and voila,
there are those who come back and those who go
you do your part,
but you don't know how much pain you give me
Greta Garbo of vanity
you with your heart in the mud,
the gold and the silver, the tea rooms
town that no longer has bells,
then, sweet life that you leave
on the terraces of the Corso
edova cheerful, café maitresse
your scent of Roman holidays

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