Águas de Março (feat. Tom Jobim)

It's stick, it's stone, it's the end of the road
It's a leftover stump, it's a little alone
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 of the field, it's the knot of the wood
Caingá, candeia, it's the Matita Pereira
It's wind wood, fall from the cliff
It's the deep mystery, whether you want it or not

It's the wind blowing, it's the end of the hill
It's the beam, it's the gap, the party of the ridge
It's the raining rain, it's river talk
Of the waters of March, it's the end of the 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 alone
It's a slip, it's a nail, it's a point, it's a dot
It's a drop dripping, it's an account, it's a tale

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 path
It's the sugarcane bottle, the shard on the road

It's the house project, 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 bush, in the morning 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 Joe
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 leftover stump, it's a little alone
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

They are the waters of March closing the summer
It's the promise of life in your heart

Stick, stone, end, road
Leftover, stump, alone, little
Shard, glass, life, Sun, night, death, noose, hook

They are the waters of March closing the summer
It's the promise of life in your heart