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Vacanze romane by Il Volo (original lyric)
Roma dove sei? Eri con me
Oggi prigione tu, prigioniera io
Roma antica citta', ora vecchia realta'
Non ti accorgi di me e lo sai che pena mi fai?
Va piove il cielo sulla cittā
Tu con il cuore nel fango
L'oro e l'argento e sale da te
Paese che non ha piu' campanelli
Va dolce vita che te ne vai
Sul lungotevere in festa
Concerto di viole e mondanitā
Profumo tuo di vacanze romane
Roma bella tu le muse poi asfalto lucido arrivederci roma
Menetine voila' c'č chi torna e chi va la tua parte la fai
Ma lo sai che pena mi dai?
Greta garbo di vanitā
Tu con il cuore nel fango
L'oro e l'argento e sale da te
Paese che non ha piu' campanelli
Va dolce vita che te ne vai
Sulle terazze del corso
Vedova allegra mi presta il caffe'
Profumo tuo di vacanze romane.
Vacanze romane by Il Volo (english translation)
Rome where are you? You were with me
Today you prison, I prisoner
Rome ancient city, now old reality
Do not you notice me and do you know what you're doing?
The sky is raining on the city
You with the heart in the mud
Gold and silver and salt yourself
Country that no longer has bells
It's sweet life you're leaving
On the Lungotevere in party
Concert of violas and mundanity
Your bouquet of Roman holidays
Rome beautiful you muses then asphalt shiny goodbye Rome
Menetine voila 'there are those who come back and who's your part you do it
But do you know what pain you give me?
Greta grace of vanity
You with the heart in the mud
Gold and silver and salt yourself
Country that no longer has bells
It's sweet life you're leaving
On the terraces of the course
Cheerful widow lends me coffee
Your bouquet of Roman holidays.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)
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