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