Canonis - The Aquarell | Текст песни

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• Canonis
• The Aquarell

Bee, kissing rose,
Cool honey of love.
Recent tired arguement
Stayed alone
with itself.

Motion, filled by noise
Where is silence?
Ocean of my
fillings on the paper.
I must feel the water – be my hand.

Red leaves of
autumn nights
Warm rays of moon lights
Recent tired arguement
Stayed alone
with itself.

Blue forest carries cool,
Road is near.
Stop for quench the
thirst I can’t
Something disapear – that is why.