2005.08.28
Anna Mazurek
Come with me to bella Roma
where smiles be traded for a smile
Hear words of caring from a stranger
who's unconcerned about the fact
that you don't even know his language
cause all he wanted you to know
is to be red upon his smile
Come with me to bella Roma
where time has lost all sense of time
Enjoy a walk along the river
flowing so lazy without hurry
it sometimes takes a while to see
where it came from and where it's going
Come with me to bella Roma
where getting lost is purely pleasure
We'll need no maps and no directions,
we'll need no guides to find her treasures
cause Roma is an ancient lady
and yet she stays forever young
She likes to be taken spontaneously
so let her take us by surprise
Come, come with me to bella Roma
the city where the streets can sing
We'll choose a fountain
one of hundreds
and let it wash away all sins
So come, come with me to bella Roma
and leave our sorrows back at home
We'll find the best
of bella Roma
and Roma'll find
the best in us
Poetry by AnnaMazurek
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Written on 2005-09-24 at 20:51
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Anna Mazurek
Come with me to bella Roma
Come with me to bella Roma
where smiles be traded for a smile
Hear words of caring from a stranger
who's unconcerned about the fact
that you don't even know his language
cause all he wanted you to know
is to be red upon his smile
Come with me to bella Roma
where time has lost all sense of time
Enjoy a walk along the river
flowing so lazy without hurry
it sometimes takes a while to see
where it came from and where it's going
Come with me to bella Roma
where getting lost is purely pleasure
We'll need no maps and no directions,
we'll need no guides to find her treasures
cause Roma is an ancient lady
and yet she stays forever young
She likes to be taken spontaneously
so let her take us by surprise
Come, come with me to bella Roma
the city where the streets can sing
We'll choose a fountain
one of hundreds
and let it wash away all sins
So come, come with me to bella Roma
and leave our sorrows back at home
We'll find the best
of bella Roma
and Roma'll find
the best in us
Poetry by AnnaMazurek
Read 1024 times
Written on 2005-09-24 at 20:51
Tags Warmth
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