Águas De Março
Maria Rita
Waters of March
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 a loop 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 a deep mystery
It's 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
Party of the Ridge...
It's the rain raining
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
Sling 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 a sorrow
It's a little alone...
It's a slip it's a nail
It's a tip it's a point
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 trail
It's the bottle of sugarcane
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
And 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, -Im, -Inch
-Leftover, -Stump, -Alone, -Inch
-Shard, -Glass, -Life, -Sun
-Night, -Leftover, -Loop, -Hook...
They are the waters of March
Closing the summer
It's the promise of life
In your heart...
