Waters of March by Sofia

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A stick, a stone / It's the end of the road / É um resto de toco / It's a little alone

It's a sliver of glass / It is life, it's the sun / It is night, it is death / It's a trap, it's a gun

É peroba do campo / é o nó da Madeira / Caingá, candeia / é o Matita Pereira

É madeira de vento / tombo da ribanceira / É o mistério profundo / é o queira ou não queira

It's the wind blowing free / It's the end of the slope / It's a beam, it's a void / It's a hunch, it's a hope

And the river bank talks of the waters of March / It's the end of the strain / It’s the joy in your heart

Badam…

É o pé, é o chão / é a marcha estradeir / Passarinho na mão / pedra de atiradeira

A fish, a flash / A silvery glow / A fight, a bet / The range of a bow

É o fundo do poço,/ é o fim do caminho / No rosto o desgosto / é um pouco sozinho

A spear, a spike / A point, a nail / A drip, a drop / The end of the tale

A truckload of bricks / in the soft morning light / The shot of a gun / in the dead of the night

A mile, a must, / A thrust, a bump, / It's a girl, it's a rhyme, / It's a cold, it's the mumps

The plan of the house, / The body in bed, / And the car that got stuck, / It's the mud, it's the mud

Afloat, adrift / A flight, a wing / A hawk, a quail / Oh, the promise of spring

And the river bank talks of the waters of March / It's the promise of life / It’s the joy in your heart

And the river bank talks of the waters of March / It's the promise of life / It’s the joy in your heart

Badam…

A stick, a stone / It's the end of the road / É um resto de toco / é um pouco sozinho

It's a sliver of glass / It is life, it's the sun / É a noite, é a morte / é um laço, é o anzol

The plan of the house / The body in bed / And the car that got stuck / It's the mud, it's the mud

É o projeto da casa / é o corpo na cama / É o carro enguiçado / é a lama, é a lama

São as águas de março / fechando o verão / É a promessa de vida / no teu coração

And the river bank talks of the waters of March / It's the promise of life / It’s the joy in your heart

And the river bank talks of the waters of March / It's the promise of life / It’s the joy in your heart