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...