Meeting Benches World art in all forms
Under a blanket of stars Roma looks beautiful to me. Lonely my heart, disillusioned of love, wants to sing in the shadow. A fountain wetsuit, and a balcony up there, oh Roman guitar, you accompany me. Plays, plays my guitar, letting crying my heart, without a home and without love, only you remain to me. If the voice is a little veiled, accompany me on the sly, my beautiful Fornarina on the balcony is gone. Tiber sleeps, while the river walking down, I follow him because they drag me with him, and overwhelms my heart. I see a distant shadow, and a star up there, oh Roman guitar you accompany me. If the entry is a little veiled, accompany me on the sly, my beautiful Fornarina on the balcony is gone. Oh Roman guitar you accompany me! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wbwk-0H1ARI
