Rome, where are you? You were with me
Today you're a prison, and so am I
Rome, ancient city
Now an old reality
You don't notice me and you don't know the pain you cause me

But the sky is raining over the city
You with your heart in the mud
The gold and silver, the halls from you
A country that no longer has bells
Then, sweet life that you go away
On the festive Lungotevere
Concert of violets and worldliness
Your scent of Roman holidays

Beautiful Rome, you, your muses
Shiny asphalt, Goodbye Rome
A coin and voilà
There are those who return and those who leave
You play your part, but you don't know the pain you give me

But Greta Garbo of vanity
You with your heart in the mud
The gold and silver, the halls from you
A country that no longer has bells
Then, sweet life that you go away
On the terraces of the Corso
Merry widow, never drew from the cafes
Your scent of Roman holidays

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