Vacanze Romane
Matia Bazar
Roman Holidays
Rome where are you? You were with me
Today you're a prison, I'm the prisoner
Ancient city of Rome, now old reality
You don't notice me and you know how much you hurt me?
It's raining on the city, you with your heart in the mud
Gold and silver and salt from you, a country that no longer has doorbells
Sweet life, you're leaving on the Lungotevere in celebration
Concert of violets and worldliness, your scent of Roman holidays
Beautiful Rome, the Muses then shiny asphalt, goodbye Rome
Menetines voila' there are those who return and those who leave, you play your part
But you know how much you hurt me?
Greta Garbo of vanity, you with your heart in the mud
Gold and silver and salt from you, a country that no longer has doorbells
Sweet life, you're leaving on the terraces of Corso
Merry widow, merry, lend me the coffee, your scent of Roman holidays
