Paris, paradise
Venice, dreams in your eyes.

London rain on your dress
I walk on the roads, straight in my life.

While the time flows on us
And the stars turn around again

I feel all your hopes and your wishes
every time you say you miss me.

But when you are far from here
it snows in Rome, white is here.

When you are far from here
it snows in Rome, cold is here again.

You can design a life with no rain
You can paint the color you want again.

You can design the roads where you walk on
you can refine the words every time you talk

But when you are far from here
snows in Rome, white is here.

When you are far from here
it snows in Rome, cold is here again.

Like a star shines the way you own
Every beam of the light of the moon
Every breath in the chest of a man
Every beat is calling you again...

When you are far from here
it snows in Rome, white is here.

When you are far from here
it snows in Rome, cold is here again.

I’m calling you, I'm calling you baby
no more far again…

I’m calling you, I'm calling you baby
not far again…

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