Vacanze romane

Roma where are you?
Once you were here
You are a prison now
Prisoner me

Rome my city of past
Now you’re old and you’re passed
No you never see me
You don’t know how
I pity you

Now city sky raning over us
You with your heart down in the mud
Silver and gold and a shiny tea house
Country with no, without anymore doorbells
Here the sweet life is now passing by
There down the river a party
Concert of flowers, society life
Smelling the scent of a roman vacation

Roma beauty you
Your muses too
Shine over every road
See you one day Roma

Toss a coin and it’s done
Here who comes and who’s gone
You give all that you can
But ignore the pain that you give me

Oh Greta Garbo of vanity
You with your heart down in the mud
Silver and gold and a shiny tea house
Country with no, without anymore doorbells
Here the sweet life is now passing by
There on the terraces up high
The merry widow, queen of the cafè
Smelling the scent of a roman vacation