La Dolce Vita

If nostalgia chases you,
if you have to forget a love,
don't pass through this way,
never!

But if you love the frenzy
of a multicolored life,
you'll find everything
only if you come here.

This street seems fake
and painted by Renoir.
There's a slice of Manhattan
and a slice of Boulevard.

When it's night, it has more voices,
more lights than Broadway,
that moon looks like jade.
Sweet street!

The market of illusions
that takes place on this street,
is the most squalid there is.
Yes!

Here glory and hope are sold,
success can be bought here,
but what price will you have to pay,
you!

How many desperate people
are on display in the cafes.
There's the washed-up actress
and a fat man who was a King.

The great tailor with his friend
are ready to sip.
A sweet and dull life
until dawn.

The coming and going of our heroes
resembles a quadrille.
The traffic light yawns
on the diva and her playboy.

Now comes the paparazzo
who shoots them with flash.
In the morning newspapers,
what a mess!

Between the director and the starlet,
at four in the morning,
some dust is stirred up.
Eating it is very 'In'.

And if that blonde
without dreams and youth,
will be dead with the sun,
but who cares!

And the parade continues
of ghosts in tuxedos,
frantically hunting
for an article or a shot.

An unknown French girl
suddenly does a striptease.
It's the ticket for the entrance
to success.

When the sun is closer
and reality returns,
the garbage man comes alive,
the true King of the city.

Sweeping dreams and papers,
he whistles as he goes.
Here's where you ended up,
sweet life!

Here's where you ended up,
sweet life!