Song parody of
Centro Storico
by Wandering Cloud
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Breathing in the spring on the Old Bridge
Drinking in the spirit of the 1400s
How people loved and lost
Their vital signs are on the walls
The world is lurching today
I don't know when it will go away
But there is beauty in the breeze
Of the beech trees
How could I ever feel any grief here
Don't think I'm being unkind, dear
For the glory and divine
They won't suffice
When you are out of sight
Wish you were here tonight
I'd walk you down Via dei Leoni road
Waving from the dome
That now sits silent and alone
'Cause people are the same
Fleeing from the city plague
Comforted by the tales
Even when the world is in disarray
There is beauty in the breeze
Of the beech trees
How could I ever feel any grief here
Don't think I'm being unkind, dear
For the glory and divine
They won't suffice
When you are out of sight
Wish you were here tonight
The whistle of the trees
The glimmer of the heat
It is the perfect symmetry
Ci vediamo al Ponte Vecchio
Li non siamo così vecchi, no
Ci vediamo al Ponte Vecchio
Li non siamo così vecchi, no
Breathing in the spring on the Old Bridge
Drinking in the spirit of the 1400s
How people loved and lost
Their vital signs are on the walls
The world is lurching today
I don't know when it will go away
But there is beauty in the breeze
Of the beech trees
How could I ever feel any grief here
Don't think I'm being unkind, dear
For the glory and divine
They won't suffice
When you are out of sight
Wish you were here tonight
I'd walk you down Via dei Leoni road
Waving from the dome
That now sits silent and alone
'Cause people are the same
Fleeing from the city plague
Comforted by the tales
Even when the world is in disarray
There is beauty in the breeze
Of the beech trees
How could I ever feel any grief here
Don't think I'm being unkind, dear
For the glory and divine
They won't suffice
When you are out of sight
Wish you were here tonight
The whistle of the trees
The glimmer of the heat
It is the perfect symmetry
Ci vediamo al Ponte Vecchio
Li non siamo così vecchi, no
Ci vediamo al Ponte Vecchio
Li non siamo così vecchi, no
