The stone heart and the house of orio

In our little quarters by the sea-canals

Penning these night myths to book

Era una notte magica you say

these embroidered velvet dresses

The slouched beret with diamond brooch

The opulent gondola that carries us, magica you would say

Each passing bridge a pact, a kiss then to love forever

Drinking ombra and moving slow through Carnevale

This is one of many masquerades in me you love ( I can't be hidden)

Panificio volpe for sweetness and song

The ancient nobles and their fatal legends

All mystery might be made here.