Vacanze Romane

Rome where are you? You were with me
Today you're a prison, I'm the prisoner
Ancient Rome, now old reality
You don't notice me and you know how much you hurt me?

Go, the sky is raining on the city
You with your heart in the mud
The gold and silver, the rooms from you
A country that no longer has doorbells

Go, sweet life that is leaving
On the festive Lungotevere
Concert of violets and worldliness
Your scent of Roman holidays

Beautiful Rome, your muses
Shiny asphalt, 'Arrivederci Roma'
A coin and there you go
Some return and some leave
You play your part
But you know how much you hurt me?

Greta Garbo of vanity
You with your heart in the mud
The gold and silver and rooms from you
A country that no longer has doorbells

Go, sweet life that is leaving
On the terraces of the Corso
Merry widow, mistress of the cafes
Your scent of Roman holidays