Enigma Carnival Dancers in the black Venezia dismal land Countess dour, faceless in her mask
A duel of silhouettes tonight A rondo rapture breaks the lights
As the gondola sails high by the wake of milky way A 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
A 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).