Águas de Março
A stick, a stone, and the end of the road, the rest of a stump, a little alone,
a piece of glass, a life, the sun, the night and a death, a snare and a hook,
a bird in the field and a knot in the wood, a tree, a tree,
the wind-blown wood, a fall in a ravine and profound profundity, wanted or not,
the blowing wind and the end of the slope, a beam and a span, a party and roof,
the rain that rains, the whispering brook, the summer rain, the end of the fight,
the foot, the ground, a walk in the night, a bird in the hand, the slingshot stone,
a bird in the sky, a bird on the ground, a creek, a fountain, a little alone...
The riverbank talks of the waters of March,
the end of all strain and the joy in your heart.
A stick, a stone, and the end of the road, the rest of a stump, a little alone,
a piece of glass, a life, the sun, the night and a death, a snare and a hook,
a bird in the field and a knot in the wood, a tree, a tree,
the wind-blown wood, a fall in a ravine and profound profundity, wanted or not,
the blowing wind and the end of the slope, a beam and a span, a party and roof,
the rain that rains, the whispering brook, the summer rain, the end of the fight,
the foot, the ground, a walk in the night, a bird in the hand, the slingshot stone,
a bird in the sky, a bird on the ground, a creek, a fountain, a little alone...
The riverbank talks of the waters of March,
the end of all strain and the joy in your heart.