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

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