The Dream Of The Old Boats Lyrics - Novembre

Running by the shiny ship way 

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 me by, as pictures running 

Playing to a sweet roundabout 

Then the mighty of a boat 

The art in its misery 

Its baroque shams 

Its gone inlays 

Its arcane ornaments 

Its lone gaze 

Its ancient memories 

Its wars lost 

Splendid 

As Venice has never been 

As the moon won't ever be 

Just like only is the sea 

It was a dream, just a dream 

'cause only in a dream there's fresh breeze 

the can warm me up 

wish I could dream it again!