Águas de Março [English translation]

A stick, a stone,

its the end of the road,

It’s what’s left of a stump,

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 snare, it’s a gun

It’s the blossoming field,

It’s the candlelight’s blush,

It’s the knot in the wood,

it’s the song of the thrush

It’s the wood of the wind,

It’s the cliff and the fall,

It is Mystery’s depths,

It is nothing at all

It’s the wind blowing free,

It’s the crest of the slope,

It’s a beam, it’s a bay,

it’s the thrill at the top.

It’s the rain raining down,

it’s a wild flood of talk,

as March waters dissolve

all the cares of the heart.

The foot, the ground,

it’s the heavy walk home,

it’s the bird in the hand,

it’s the slingshot’s fresh stone.

It’s a bird in the sky,

It’s a bird in the wood,

It’s a stream, it’s a spring,

it’s a morsel of food.

It’s the base of a well,

it’s the end of the line,

the dismay on a face,

it’s a loss, it’s a find.

It’s a spear, it’s a spike

it’s a tale, it’s a bill,

it’s a tip, it’s a top, a drop

dripping at will.

A fish, a flash,

a silvery glow,

it’s the fresh morning light,

it’s the spring of a bow

It’s a truckload of wood,

it’s the pain of the bite

it’s cachaça drunk straight

on the street in the night

It’s the plan of the house,

it’s a body in bed,

it’s the car that got stuck,

it’s the mud, it’s the mud!

A step, a bridge,

a frog and a child,

it’s the landscape alive

in the fresh morning light

And the waters of March

put the summer to sleep

with the promise of life

that the heart gets to keep.

It’s a snake, it’s a stick,

it is John, it is Joe,

it’s a thorn in the hand,

it’s a cut to the toe.

And the waters of March

put the summer to sleep

with the promise of life

that the heart gets to keep.

A stick, a stone,

its the end of the road,

It’s what’s left of a stump,

It’s a little alone

A step, a bridge,

a frog and a child

It’s a lovely horizon,

it’s a fever gone wild

And the waters of March

put the summer to sleep,

with the promise of life

that the heart gets to keep.

-Pau, -Edra, -Im, -Inho

-Aco, -Idro, -Ida, -Ol

And the waters of March

put the summer to sleep,

with the promise of life

that the heart gets to keep.

• Artist:Elis Regina
• Album:Elis & Tom (1974)