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