Song | What If We Went to Italy |
Artist | Mary Chapin Carpenter |
Album | A Place in the World |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Carpenter | |
(Mary Chapin Carpenter) | |
What if we went to Italy | |
A suitcase of books and one bag a piece for the summer | |
I don't speak a word of Italian | |
Except for Campari and soda for two, how much is a Lire | |
Yes, a villa will do and a breeze, in Tuscany please | |
What if we spent all of our days, improving our minds, learning new ways to be lazy | |
It wouldn't be too much of a strain | |
Relax after breakfast till lunch comes around | |
Can't wait for dinner, oh, I need to lie down | |
And refuel, out by the pool | |
What if the ancients were lazy like us | |
Too blissed out to paint, to sketch or to sculpt | |
Just as relaxed as the tower of Pisa | |
Not ever missing that old Mona Lisa | |
What if we never got back on the plane | |
As summer turned colder and then warmer again | |
Losing all track of the passing of years | |
Till it no longer mattered how long we'd been here | |
What if we went to Italy | |
Maybe next year, just you and me for the summer | |
I still can't speak any Italian | |
But words are replaced under Siennese skies | |
By nothing so much as a nod, and a sigh, and a wish to be always like this |
zuo ci : Carpenter | |
Mary Chapin Carpenter | |
What if we went to Italy | |
A suitcase of books and one bag a piece for the summer | |
I don' t speak a word of Italian | |
Except for Campari and soda for two, how much is a Lire | |
Yes, a villa will do and a breeze, in Tuscany please | |
What if we spent all of our days, improving our minds, learning new ways to be lazy | |
It wouldn' t be too much of a strain | |
Relax after breakfast till lunch comes around | |
Can' t wait for dinner, oh, I need to lie down | |
And refuel, out by the pool | |
What if the ancients were lazy like us | |
Too blissed out to paint, to sketch or to sculpt | |
Just as relaxed as the tower of Pisa | |
Not ever missing that old Mona Lisa | |
What if we never got back on the plane | |
As summer turned colder and then warmer again | |
Losing all track of the passing of years | |
Till it no longer mattered how long we' d been here | |
What if we went to Italy | |
Maybe next year, just you and me for the summer | |
I still can' t speak any Italian | |
But words are replaced under Siennese skies | |
By nothing so much as a nod, and a sigh, and a wish to be always like this |
zuò cí : Carpenter | |
Mary Chapin Carpenter | |
What if we went to Italy | |
A suitcase of books and one bag a piece for the summer | |
I don' t speak a word of Italian | |
Except for Campari and soda for two, how much is a Lire | |
Yes, a villa will do and a breeze, in Tuscany please | |
What if we spent all of our days, improving our minds, learning new ways to be lazy | |
It wouldn' t be too much of a strain | |
Relax after breakfast till lunch comes around | |
Can' t wait for dinner, oh, I need to lie down | |
And refuel, out by the pool | |
What if the ancients were lazy like us | |
Too blissed out to paint, to sketch or to sculpt | |
Just as relaxed as the tower of Pisa | |
Not ever missing that old Mona Lisa | |
What if we never got back on the plane | |
As summer turned colder and then warmer again | |
Losing all track of the passing of years | |
Till it no longer mattered how long we' d been here | |
What if we went to Italy | |
Maybe next year, just you and me for the summer | |
I still can' t speak any Italian | |
But words are replaced under Siennese skies | |
By nothing so much as a nod, and a sigh, and a wish to be always like this |