Текст песни Velinte - Венеция

Again the water covered the shore,
She spread out in waves of gray silk.
The lace of the colonnades would be reflected in it,
If the water surface had not disturbed the sirocco.

An African dry wind flew over the sea,
Gathering up the rain, taking away the coolness
Hurrying to the far end of the Adriatic,
He, in love with Venice, melted and cried.

Oh Venice! City of bridges and palaces
You are beautiful, proud caryatid,
You hide your face under a pretentious mask
And you go under water like Atlantis.

And again I fly to you in a dream,
I am circling like a white seagull over a familiar lagoon
I must have been here once,
Maybe in this life we ​​will meet again

Venice...