Paroles et traduction Amedeo Minghi - Roma - Live

Roma - Live

Te ne 'mporta assai de mè,
E io,
M'accoro assai pe 'ttè.
Te sto appresso
E tu?
Ma che guardi?
'Ndo' te perdi tu,
Che butti er core un pò de qquà,
E 'n pò de là,
A che pensi?
A te, te 'mporta assai de 'me
Che m'addoloro assai pe 'ttè.
Sai so' storie vere
Solo quelle 'ndove toppa er core,
E sbatte l'ali e tu me pari matta e scordarella
Che sei bella Roma
Perchè tu
Sei bella ancora?
Mettemo caso ce se ne rinnamora,
Che sei bella Roma
Perchè tu sei bella ancora.
Pè fa' soffri'
Pe' fà sentì,
Che cielo ce stà in cielo a Roma
Ner cielo acceso rosso foco d'oro rosso,
Core d'oro rosso
De sta Roma mia.
Te 'mporta assai de noi,
Cresciuti sotto l'occhi tuoi,
Co' la pioggia e cor sole,
Pe' li prati co' le scarpe nove
E sotto i cornicioni
E l'Angioloni e i Papi tristi
E i Papi boni, boni...
E le fioriste e i cascherini
E facce toste...
E metti pure che eravamo regazzini,
Roma

Rome - Live

You care a lot about me,
And me,
I worry a lot about you.
I follow you around
And you?
What are you looking at?
Where do you get lost,
Who throws their heart here and there,
And a bit here and there,
What are you thinking about?
You, you care a lot about me
That I am very sorry for you.
You know they are true stories
Only those where the heart gets hit,
And flaps its wings and you look like a crazy little forgetful thing
That you are beautiful Roma
Why are you
Are you still beautiful?
Let's say we fall in love again,
That you are beautiful Roma
Because you are still beautiful.
To cause suffering
To make you feel
What is the sky in Rome
In heaven lit red fire red gold,
Heart of red gold
Of this Rome of mine.
You care a lot about us,
Grew up under your eyes,
With rain and sun,
On the lawns with new shoes
And under the eaves
And the Angioloni and the sad Popes
And the good Popes, good...
And the florists and the hatters
And tough faces...
And put pure that we were kids,
Roma