A black gondola slips quiet just over the channel
The beautiful light refracted above the sea
Nothing it seems to my eyes than the source of a thousand melodies
And over the bridge an old
Gramophone plays “how sad
A black gondola slips quiet just over the channel
The beautiful light refracted above the sea
Nothing it seems to my eyes than the source of a thousand melodies
And over the bridge an old
Gramophone plays “how sad