Testo di Renaissance Fair

I think that maybe I´m dreaming I smell cinnamon and spices I hear music everywhere All around kaleidoscope of color I think that maybe I´m dreaming Maids pass gracefully in laughter Wine coloured flowers in their hair Last call from lands I´ve never been to I think that maybe I´m dreaming Some flash on a soda of prism Bright jewels on the ladies flashing Eyes catch on a shiny prism Hear ye the crying of the vendors Fruit for sale wax candles for to burn Fires flare soon it will be night fall I think that maybe I´m dreaming