Águas de Março / Waters of March

It’s stick, it’s stone, it’s the end of the road
It’s the rest of stump, a little alone
It’s a shard of glass, it’s life, it’s the sun
It’s night, it’s death, it’s the snare, it’s the fishhook

It’s peroba of the field, it’s the wood’s knot
Lamp Caingá tree, it’s the Matita Pereira tree
It’s wind-resistand wood, falls of the ravine
It’s the profound mystery, it’s the you wish or you don’t

It’s the wind blowing, it’s the end of slope
It’s the beam, it’s the span, the new roof party
It’s the rain raining, it’s the riverbank talk
Of the waters of March, it’s the end of the struggle

It’s the foot, it’s the ground, it’s the walk on the road
Smal bird in the hand, a slingshot stone
It’s a bird in the sky, it’s a bird on the ground
It’s a creek, it’s a fountain, it’s a piece of bread

It’s the well’s bottom, it’s the end of the way
In the face the annoyance, it’s a little lonely
It’s a thorn, it’s a nail, it’s a point, it’s a dot
It’s a drop dripping, it’s an tally, it’s a tale

It’s a fish, it’s a gesture, it’s silver shining
It’s the morning light, it’s the brick arriving
It’s the firewood, it’s the day, it’s the end of the trail
It’s the bottle of liquor, splinter in the road

It’s the house’s design, it’s the body in bed
It’s the broken down car, it’s the mud, it’s the mud
It’s a footstep, it’s a bridge, it’s a toad, it’s a frog
It’s the rest brush, in the morning’s light

They are the Waters of March closing the summer
It’s the promise of life in your heart

It’s a snake, it’s a stick, it’s John, it’s Joseph
It’s a thorn in the hand, it’s a cut on the foot

They are the Waters of March closing the summer,
It’s the promise of life in your heart

It’s stick, it’s stone, it’s the end of the road
It’s a rest of stump, it’s a little alone
It’s a footstep, a bridge, it’s a toad, it’s a frog
It’s a beautiful horizon, it’s a tertian fever

Are the Waters of March closing the summer
It’s the promise of life in your heart

Stick, stone, end, road
Rest, stump, little, alone
Steel, glass, life, ó, côtche, oste, ace, jó

Are the Waters of March closing the summer
It’s the promise of life in your heart.