If you felt the fires of love,
mule-driver,
you would make more haste to see Venus.
I love a charming boy;
I ask you,
goad the mules;
let’s go.
Take me to Pompeii,
where love is sweet.
You are mine…
If you felt the fires of love,
mule-driver,
you would make more haste to see Venus.
I love a charming boy;
I ask you,
goad the mules;
let’s go.
Take me to Pompeii,
where love is sweet.
You are mine…
