Under a blanket of stars
Rome appears beautiful to me,
My heart, disillusioned with love, is solitary.
It wants to sing in the shadows
A silent fountain
and a balcony up there,
or Roman guitar
accompany me.
Play, play my guitar
let my heart cry,
homeless and without love
I am left alone you.
If the voice is a little veiled
accompany me quietly,
my beautiful baker
is no longer on the balcony.
Lungotevere sleeps< br/>while the river walks,
I follow it because it drags me with it
and overwhelms my heart.
I see a distant shadow
and a star up there,< br/>or Roman guitar
accompany me.
If the voice is a little veiled
accompany me quietly,
my beautiful fornarina
is not on the balcony it's more.
O Roman guitar
accompany me!

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