Vacanze romane [English translation]

Rome, where are you? You were with me

Today you're a prison, I'm a prisoner

Rome, ancient city

Now old reality

You don't notice me

And you don't know

How much I pity you

But the sky's raining down on the city

You, with your heart in the mud

Gold and silver, and tea houses

City without any more bells**

Then, dolce vita going

Along the merry Lungotevere*

Viola concerts and frivolousness

Your smell of Roman holidays

~ ~ ~

Beautiful Rome, you, your Muses

Shiny asphalt, "Arrivederci Roma"

A little coin and there you go***

Some come back and some go away

You do your part

But you don't know

How much pain you give me

A vain Greta Garbo

with your heart in the mud

Gold and silver, and tea houses

City without any more bells

Then dolce vita going

Upon the terraces of the Avenue

"Merry Widow", maîtresse of the cafes

Your smell of Roman holidays

• Artist:Matia Bazar
• Album:Tango