Guillermo Veloso - Monet's Table lyrics

Monet at his Table The soup is first Gone in an instant Rush the tender bitter greens Cepes and chanterelles glow on the plate ephemerally The rabbits sacrifice in a terrine is brief Cezzanne's bouillabaisse can wait The split melon is the last Then On the Japanese bridge A world of color and subtle heat erupts On an untouched canvas