The house stood empty on a corner Waiting for a brand new owner A soldier off to war who had to Leave his bride alone She couldn't buy too many nice
Romany soup I gotta get some ooo Romany Soup.
Como e' bella ce' la luna brille e' strette Strette como e' tutta bella a passeggiare Sotto il cielo di Roma Down each avenue or via, street or strata
Como e bella ce la luna brille e strette Strette como e tutta bella a passeggiare Sotto il cielo di Roma Down each avenue or via, street or strata You
Lightning smokes on the hillrise Brought the man with the warning light Shouting loud, "You had better fly" While the darkness can help you hide Trouble
Went to see the gypsy Stayin' in a big hotel He smiled when he saw me coming And he said "Well, well, well" His room was dark and crowded Lights were
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(Volare) Volare, oh oh oh oh E cantare, oh oh oh oh No wonder my happy heart sings Your love has given me wings Penso che un sogno cosi non ritorni mai
You say I'm a restless soul, I don't mind If living this way is right, I guess I wanna be wrong You can say anything you like, still it's my life If I
Take me home Sailing on with Romany wandering To and fro on icy mornings Feeling calm to have an old friend 'round Feeling warm to see the wind blow
Every morning when I wake from my bed I find I'm yawning just a-scratchin' my head I face the dawning and I feel like I'm dead I been sleeping all alone
The train is almost here This decision seems so clear I can feel the habit cutting like a knife In the end I know that it is gonna drive Right into me
Como e bella ce la luna brille e strette Strette como e tutta bella a passeggiare Sotto il cielo di roma Down each avenue or via, street or strata You
Vola un gabbiano e si perde piu in la Oltre la piega del fiume che va Dove la luna si specchia e piu bella Si fa Con la sua luce E il suo sorriso Diventa
Quanto sei bella Roma quann'e sera, quando la luna se specchia dentro ar fontanone e le coppiette se ne vanno via, quanto sei bella Roma quando piove.
Thirteen in a world too wild, thirteen got your bright eyes open wide you'd like to run faster than these times to hold back the emptiness you feel inside
There's a man on the corner, as the world rushes by all the dreams in his head, turning into a lie and a white dove is bleeding, perched on a gas-station
Some people say that all that glitters, no it just ain't gold others bet all they've got, endin' up with nothing look at this world, it's getting much
