Novembre The Dreams Of The Old Boats
Running by the shiny shipway Which flows thoughtlessly Down the marine mirror Of a ionic waterline There was a fresh breeze Strange peace Tranquility And there was the Sun It was even able to warm me up No longer an enemy The sight passed by, as pictures running Playing tag to a sweet roundabout Then the mighty of a boat The art in its misery Its baroque shams Its gone inlays The arcane ornaments Its lone gaze Its ancient memories Its wars lost Splendid As Venice has never been As the moon won't ever be And just only is the sea It was a dream, just a dream 'Cause only in a dream there's a fresh breeze The Sun can warm me up I wish I could dream it again
