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