On a bridge of the old Roma
drawing some voluptuous aroma...
It\'s la dolce vita !
Anita unsetting my sens ,
night burning hot
in turbid waters ...
Stab me in a lascivious trance
serpent !
Roma blazes and admires
its sublime ashes !
\'\' What a great artist
and creative fury that dies
within me at the sound of my lyre !\'\'
Caesar trampled by the sandal
of a false prophet
whose feet have a smell of eternity !
In front of the colosseum
passes by the glory of Ethiopia !
Slave\'s sap greets you Sparta !
But Roma could\'nt care less
the pope born
from a vestal womb
blesses urbi and orbi ,
chanting a pretty lullaby !
I am looking for a madona
escaped from a master\'s canvas
to console me from all those
transgender chameleons ...
The duce\'s toga is moth-eaten .
Cavaliere you\'re hungover ...
Anita\'s body is but a memory .
Place of Spain the marble statues
are veiled ,and tourists
tastes kebab ...
Allah o akbar !