The Dream Of The Old Boats Lyrics

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 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!