Les Eaux de Mars

One step, one stone, a path that winds,
A leftover root, it's a bit lonely,
It's a shard of glass, it's life, the sun,
It's death, sleep, it's a half-open trap.

A thousand-year-old tree, a knot in the wood,
It's a barking dog, it's a bird in the air,
It's a decaying trunk, it's melting snow,
The deep mystery, the promise of life.

It's the breath of the wind at the top of the hills,
It's an old ruin, the void, the nothingness,
It's the chattering rain, it's the downpour that pours
Torrents of joy, it's the waters of March.

It's the foot moving forward, with sure steps, with slow steps,
It's the hand reaching out, it's the stone being thrown,
It's a hole in the earth, a path that winds,
A leftover root, it's a bit lonely.

It's a bird in the air, a bird that lands,
The garden being watered, a source of clear water,
A splinter, a nail, it's the rising fever,
It's a bargain, it's a bit of nothing.

A fish, a gesture, like quicksilver,
It's all we expect, it's all we have left,
It's wood, it's a day at the end of the dock,
A doctored alcohol, the shortest path.

It's the cry of an owl, a sleepy body,
The rusted car, it's the mud, it's the mud.

One step, one bridge, a croaking toad,
It's a passing barge, it's a beautiful horizon,
It's the rainy season, it's the melting of ice,
It's the waters of March, the promise of life.

A stone, a stick, it's Joseph and it's James,
A snake attacking, a cut on the heel,
One step, one stone, a path that winds,
A leftover root, it's a bit lonely.

It's winter fading away, the end of a season,
It's the melting snow, it's the waters of March,
The promise of life, the deep mystery,
It's the waters of March in your heart deep down.

One step, one stone, it's the end of the road,
It's a leftover stump, it's a bit lonely...
One step, one stone, a path that winds,
A leftover root, it's a bit lonely.