Rome, just where you are? You were with me
I’m a lonesome prisoner, now I am seized by you
Rome, a very old town
Now you are almost down
You don’t want to see me
I attend and spare you out of time
But your sky does not weep with a rain,
Why your heart neutral and flippant is?
Your silver halls and your golden cafes -
Places, where is not more those small door bells.
Your dolce vita is going out
On the embankment of Tiber,
Cello concerto, premiere, masquerade -
Everything is pretty Roman vacation.
Rome, you are immense such as your muse.
Your asphalt’s radiant, "Arrivederci Roma"!
Throw a coin to return –
Someone’s back, someone’s gone.
Your play forth own part
And don’t know what you are in fact.
You’re Greta Garbo of vanity
You with a heart which is dirty
Your silver halls and your golden cafes -
Places, where is not more those small door bells.
Your dolce vita is going out
On the terraces of Corso,
"The cheerful widow" as favorite place –
Everything is pretty Roman vacation.
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