原始歌词 (English)
Rome
To live in Rome when eighteen
Still seems somewhat of a dream.
The glory of immortal arts
Its fountains and cathedrals broadcast.
To see the Sistine Chapel and the Pieta up close
To run up the Spanish steps,
To drop a coin into Bernini's works of grace,
To know Rafael's final resting place.
When you are young with just few liras to your name -
Alas, there is no charge to walk the ancient streets.
As always I'm drawn to sea - Lido di Ostia -
A walk on pier all it takes to gaze at the grey autumn sea.
I wonder why and how were created cities that are timeless
Rome, Paris, st Petersburg - they all attest to greatness
The bones on which they stand and tears shed leave me restless.
What's worse today we aim for greatness to destroy it all.