Текст песни Sunday - Mandy Patinkin , Sunday in the Park with George Ensemble , Bernadette Peters

Dot, why did you write these words?
They are your words, George.
The ones you muttered so often when you worked.
Order.
Design.
Tension.
Composition.
Balance.
Light.
Dot, I cannot read this word.
Harmony.
Sunday, by the blue purple yellow red water / So much love in his words
Forever with his colors. / On the green purple yellow red grass
How George looks. / As we pass through arrangements of shadows / He can look forever.
What does he see?
His eyes, so dark and shiny / Towards the verticals of trees/ So careful, so exact
Forever
By the blue purple yellow red water
On the green orange violet mass of the grass
In our perfect park
Made of flecks of light
And dark
And parasols
People strolling through the trees
Of a small suburban park
On an island in the river
On an ordinary Sunday
Sunday
Sunday
White. A blank page or canvas.
His favorite.
So many possibilities.