Silence the crickets
On the still branches
The trees make rays
And subtle shadows
Silence in the house
Silence on the hill
These perfumes that we can guess
It's the smell of the season
But there's the man
Under his straw hat
Stains all over his blouse
And his beard in battle
Cézanne paints
He lets the magic of his hands happen
Cézanne paints
And he illuminates the world for our eyes which see nothing
If happiness exists
It's an artist's test
Cézanne knows it well
Vibrate the light
Sing the colors
He puts his life into it
The sound of his heart
And like a boat
Carried by his sail
Slowly the brush
Glides on the canvas
And there is the man
Who crosses with his eyes
The time of a flash
The gaze of the gods
Cézanne paints
He lets the miracle of his hands be accomplished
Cézanne paints
And it lights up the world for our eyes which see nothing
If happiness exists
It's an artist's test
Cézanne knows it well
When Cézanne paints
Cezanne painted

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