The Dreams Of The Old Boats Lyrics

The Dreams Of The Old Boats lyrics

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