On the bridges of Rome there are many lovers
But how many, no one knows
They talk and laugh
Laugh and touch
And watch the water go by
It doesn't matter if it's raining or sunny
They don't care about the weather
The lovers of Rome are many
But how many, who knows

On the bridges of Rome, the lovers at night
They tell each other the truth
And they talk and cry
Cry and touch
And meanwhile the water goes by
And then when the morning catches them
They get lost in the city
And fill all the streets
Because in Rome the lovers
Are many, it is known

And then when the morning catches them
They get lost in the city
And fill all the streets
Because in Rome the lovers are many
But how many, who knows

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