Roma - Amedeo Minghi

Te ne 'mporta assai de m,

e io,

m’accoro assai pe 'tt.

Te sto appresso

e tu?

Ma che guardi?

'Ndo' te perdi tu,

che butti er core un p de qqu,

e 'n p de l,

a che pensi?

A te, te 'mporta assai de 'me

che m’addoloro assai pe 'tt.

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

perch tu

sei bella ancora?

Mettemo caso ce se ne rinnamora,

che sei bella Roma

perch tu sei bella ancora.

P fa' soffri'

pe' f sent,

che cielo ce st 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

I love you a lot of m,

and I,

I am very fond of pe 'tt.

I'm with you

and you?

What are you looking at?

'Ndo' you lose yourself,

that you throw er core un p de qqu,

e 'n p de l,

what are you thinking about?

To you, you care a lot of me

which saddens me a lot pe 'tt.

You know I know real stories

only those 'n where patch er core,

and flaps its wings and you like me crazy and forgetful

that you are beautiful Rome

because you

are you still beautiful?

Let's say he falls in love with it,

that you are beautiful Rome

because you are still beautiful.

P fa 'suffer'

pe 'f sent,

what a sky there is in the sky in Rome

in the sky lit red fire with red gold,

red gold core

de is my Rome.

it brings you a lot of us,

grown under your eyes,

with rain and sun,

pe 'them lawn with' nine shoes

and under the eaves

and the Angioloni and the sad Popes

and the Popes good, good ...

and the florists and the cascherini

and tough faces ...

And put it that we were kids,

Rome