When i'm sad, i know where to go
Near a fountain, i'll find
The bohemian city that I loved so much.
She is italian, she bewitched me
She is sad and beautiful, it is the great city
In The Streets Of Rome, I like to walk
I go from the forum to the Coliseum.
Along the red and orange lanes
I see churches and old palaces,
The seven hills with olive trees.
My friends do not be so sad
If i found the country, where we love
The sweetness of life,love and poetry
In Florence, in Venice, in Rome, in Naples.
On a terrace, we drink coffee,
Ice cream sellers are screaming.
The piazza Navona is all agitated
And in their country, the boys are beautiful,
The girls are beautiful in Via Condotti.
When night falls, we will get dressed,
We go out, we show ourselves, we like to talk to each other,
Guitar players come to rock us
Beautiful stories that make us dream,
And on the sidewalks we dance.
My friends do not be so sad
If i found the country, where we love
The sweetness of life,love and poetry
In Florence, in Venice, in Rome, in Naples.
For a Roman who drove me crazy
I lost my head for her sweet eyes
And under his window, I come to give her
A serenade that i composed
A tarantella that I come to sing to you
I love you, I love you, I love your hands
I love you, I love you, I love your eyes
I love you, I love you but even more
I love you by day, I love you at night
I love you love, I love you more
In The Streets Of Rome, I like to walk
I go from the forum to the Coliseum.
Along the red and orange lanes
I see churches and old palaces,
The seven hills with olive trees.