On the bridges of Rome, the lovers are many,
But how many, no one knows,
And they talk and they laugh,
They laugh and they touch,
And they watch the water go by.
They're there rain or shine,
They don't care about the weather,
The lovers of Rome are many,
But how many, who knows?
On the bridges of Rome, the lovers at night
Tell each other the truth,
And they talk and they cry,
They cry and they touch,
While the water goes by.
And come the morning,
They lose themselves in the city,
And they fill up all the streets,
Because in Rome, the lovers
are many, we know.
And when the morning comes,
They lose themselves in the city,
And they fill up all the streets,
Because in Rome, the lovers
Are many
But how many, who knows?