It Rains In RomeWhile the raindrops fall on my nose
I can hear them
They cry
It Rains In Rome
And still their cries are there
They won´t go away
Until the old man starts to talk
It Rains In Rome
Their souls have been ripped apart
Like tulips they have been crushed under the holy feet
I can her them
It Rains In Rome
No umbrellas will protect him
From saying sorry
To those who cry
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