Текст песни Novembre - The Dreams Of The Old Boats
Novembre - The Dreams Of The Old Boats слова песни
Running by the shiny shipwayWhich flows thoughtlesslyDown the marine mirrorOf a ionic waterlineThere was a fresh breezeStrange peaceTranquilityAnd there was the SunIt was even able to warm me upNo longer an enemyThe sight passed by, as pictures runningPlaying tag to a sweet roundaboutThen the mighty of a boatThe art in its miseryIts baroque shamsIts gone inlaysThe arcane ornamentsIts lone gazeIts ancient memoriesIts wars lostSplendidAs Venice has never beenAs the moon won`t ever beAnd just only is the seaIt was a dream, just a dream`Cause only in a dream there`s a fresh breezeThe Sun can warm me upI wish I could dream it again