| Song | The Dream of the Old Boats |
| Artist | Novembre |
| Album | Wish I Could Dream It Again |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Orlando | |
| 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! |
| zuo qu : Orlando | |
| 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! |
| zuò qǔ : Orlando | |
| 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! |