Águas de Março

It's stick, it's stone, it's the end of the road
It's a leftover stump, it's a little lonely
It's a shard of glass, it's life, it's the sun
It's the night, it's death, it's the noose, it's the hook

It's peroba wood, it's the knot in the wood
Caingá candeia, it's Matita Pereira
It's wind wood, falling down the cliff
It's the profound mystery, whether you like it or not

It's the wind blowing, it's the end of the hill
It's the beam, it's the gap, party at the ridge
It's the rain raining, it's river talk
From the waters of March, it's the end of weariness
It's the foot, it's the ground, it's the road march
Bird in hand, slingshot stone

It's a bird in the sky, it's a bird on the ground
It's a stream, it's a spring, it's a piece of bread

It's the bottom of the well, it's the end of the road
On the face, the sorrow, it's a little lonely
It's a sprain, it's a nail, it's a tip, it's a point
It's a drop dripping, it's a huge discount

It's a fish, it's a gesture, it's a shining silver
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 sugarcane bottle, the shards on the road
It's the house plan, it's the body in bed

It's the stalled car, it's the mud, it's the mud
It's a step, it's a bridge, it's a toad, it's a frog
It's a bit of brush in the morning light

It's 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 Joe
It's a thorn in the hand, it's a cut on the foot
It's 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 leftover stump, it's a little lonely

It's a step, it's a bridge, it's a toad, it's a frog
It's a beautiful horizon, it's a tertian fever
It's the waters of March closing the summer
It's the promise of life in your heart