My Burano
Burano, Burano,
there's no better place.
I whiz past Murano,
to see your bright face.
Only an artist,
could paint as you do,
in red, pink and yellow,
and periwinkle blue.
Your colors, they call me,
from far, oh so far,
by vaporetto, and plane,
by train, and by car.
If I could paint just as simple,
as bright and as true,
I'd be a rich lady,
and come yearly to you!
Burano, Burano,
there's no better place.
I whiz past Murano,
to see your bright face.
Only an artist,
could paint as you do,
in red, pink and yellow,
and periwinkle blue.
Your colors, they call me,
from far, oh so far,
by vaporetto, and plane,
by train, and by car.
If I could paint just as simple,
as bright and as true,
I'd be a rich lady,
and come yearly to you!
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