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!