Via Margutta

The night is falling
over the rooftops of Rome
between a cat that laughs and another that dreams
of making love.
The night is falling
without making a sound
a star is passing
over the courtyards of Rome
and a phone rings
no one answers
a radio is talking
night is close
it feels like you could touch it.
Darling, if you could see
how beautiful the sky is
on Via Margutta tonight
looking at it now
it doesn’t seem real that it’s the same sky
from the bombings, the painters,
young poets and their loves
hidden away
in a café.
Darling, if you could see
how beautiful the sky is
on Via Margutta with you
looking at it now
it doesn’t seem real that it’s the same sky
that watched us suffer
that saw us leave
that saw us.
The night slowly descends
on the memories of Rome
there’s a woman leaving
and a man running
maybe he wants to stop her
the night is committing suicide
I don’t know how to save it.
Darling, if you could see
how beautiful the sky is
on Via Margutta tonight
looking at it now
it doesn’t seem real that it’s the same sky
of the blackout and the fears
of young Semites and their loves
hidden away in a café.
Darling, if you knew how the sky was
in Rome some time ago
looking at it now
it doesn’t seem real that it’s the same sky
the same city
that watches us leave, that loves us
that watches us far away
and then back together
prisoners of this sky
of this city
that saw us suffer
that saw us leave
that saw us.
The night is committing suicide
I don’t know how to save it.