Snow In Venice - Elizaveta Khripounova

Maybe my song isn’t happy enough but I,

I see it take flight with the snowflakes above me.

My coffee gets cold as I’m staring in throws

At the snow that keeps falling outside.

And traveling light is a curse and a blessing

For someone like me whose heart has gone missing.

So get on that plane, as the snow turns to rain

And I’m writing your name on the clouds.

And see you in London or maybe in Paris.

Berlin will be waiting, and so will we roam.

And maybe I’ll see you again when it’s snowing in Venice

And I will be on my way home.

Oh la Venezia

Mi fa cosi bene

Esco ogni sera e vado a ballare

Che ben atmosfera, che bellissima neve

Non c’e' proprio niente che mi posso mancare

Maybe I’ll see you again when it’s snowing in Venice

And I will be on my way home