[Verse] Woke up in the heart of Italy, in a city made of gold and steel, Where every corner tells a story, every meal's a love reveal. Da Vinci's brush still whispers, from the walls of a sacred hall, And in the Gothic Duomo's shadow, you can hear history call. [Verse 2] Walking down those quiet lanes, where fashion meets the arts, In boutiques and galleries, where creativity sparks. No tourists fill the view, just locals with a knowing glance, In Milan, life is vibrant, it's a timeless dance. [Chorus] Oh Milan, with your balance of old and new, A city of stories, where dreams come true. From The Last Supper’s grace, to La Scala’s song, In your heart, we've always belonged. [Verse 3] Sat in a cozy trattoria, with a bottle of Tuscan red, Tasting the love in every bite, letting go of all we dread. This city's more than meets the eye, it's a world within itself, A tapestry of moments, of history, and of wealth. [Bridge] Heavy on masterpieces, light on the crowd, In Milan, you'll find the beauty, that whispers not loud. It's the spirit of the locals, that gives the city a soul, In the nuance and the detail, it's here we become whole. [Chorus] Oh Milan, with your balance of old and new, A city of stories, where dreams come true. From The Last Supper’s grace, to La Scala’s song, In your heart, we've always belonged.
