Enigma Carnival
Dancers in the black
Venezia dismal land
Countess dour, faceless in her mask

duel of silhouettes tonight
rondo rapture breaks the lights

As the gondola sails high
by the wake of milky way
romantic tune we cry
in a misty and faded day

As the music leads our eyes
it echoes in cathedrals grey
When December leaves us dry
then the belfry's stuck again

When the magic rain of this merry confetti dance
is nothing but our icy tears from beyond our skyclad masks

skyclad masks, or starclad, infinite-clad

venetian old men sighs
reeling to the canal bench
when the season tide is nigh

Then December leaves fall dry
upon this melancholic place
Some romantic tune we cry

Note: Cursive written sentences are unsung, sentences between brackets are the translatation into english of the italian words before them (or vice versa).