Águas de Março

It's stick, it's stone, it's the end of the road
A leftover stump, a little alone
A shard of glass, it's life, it's the Sun
It's the night, it's death, it's a noose, it's the hook
It's peroba wood, the knot of the wood
Caingá, candeia, it's Matita Pereira
It's wind wood, tumble down the ravine
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 fatigue
It's the foot, it's the ground, it's the highway march
Bird in hand, slingshot stone
It's a bird in the sky, a bird on the ground
A stream, a spring, 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 step, it's a nail, it's a point, it's a dot
A drop dripping, an account, a tale
A fish, it's a gesture, it's a shining silver
The morning light, the brick arriving
It's firewood, it's the day, it's the end of the trail
It's the sugarcane bottle, the shard on the road
The house project, the body in bed
The stalled car, it's the mud, it's the mud

A step, a bridge, a toad, a frog
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

A snake, a stick, it's John, it's Joe
A thorn in the hand, 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
A leftover stump, a little alone
A step, a bridge, a toad, a frog
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

It's stick, it's stone, it's the end of the road
A leftover stump, a little alone
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
They are the waters of March closing the summer
It's the promise of life in your heart