Vacanze Romane [English translation]

Rome, where are you? You were with me

Today you are a prison, I the prisoner

Rome, ancient city

Now old reality

Don't notice me and you don't know what pain you give me

But the rain falls down on the city

You with your heart in the mud

The gold and silver, the tea rooms

Countries that no longer have doorbells

Then, sweet life that doesn't go

Celebrating on Lungotevere

Concerts of violets and worldliness

Your scent of Roman vacations

Beautiful Rome, you, your muses

Bright asphalt, "Goodbye, Rome"

Cash, and voilà

That which comes and goes

You do your part, but you don't know what pain you give me

But Greta Garbo in vanity

You with your heart in the mud

The gold and silver, the tea rooms

Countries that no longer have doorbells

Then, sweet life that doesn't go

On the terraces of Corso

"Happy widow," owner of a café

Your scent of Roman vacations