Águas de Março

It's stick, it's stone, it's the end of the road
It's a stump, it's a bit lonely
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 wood, 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 at 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 fountain, 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 bit lonely
It's a sprain, it's a nail, it's an account, it's a tale
It's a tip, it's a point, it's a drip dripping
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 shard 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 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
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