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