Novembre - The Dream Of The Old Boats lyrics

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 pa**ed 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!