Les eaux de mars [English translation]

A step, a stone, an unfolding path

What is left of a root, feels a bit lonely

It's a glass splinter, it's life, it's the sun

It's death, it's the sleep, it's a half-open trap

A one thousand year old tree, a knot in the wood

It's a barking dog, it's a bird in the air

It's a rotting trunk, it's the thawing snow

The deep mystery, the promise of life

It's the wind's breath on top of the hills

It's an old ruin, the emptiness, the void

It's the chattering magpie/chatterbox, it's the downpour pouring

Joyful streams down, it's the waters of March

It's the confidently and slow-paced foot that is walking on

It's the stretching out hand, it's the cast away stone

It's a hole in the ground, an unfolding path

What is left of a root, feels a bit lonely

It's the bird in the air, it's the bird landing down

The watered garden, the clearwater spring

A splinter, a nail, it's the rising fever

It's a correct amount, it's a bit of nothing at all

A fish, a move, it's like quicksilver

It's everything we're waiting for, it's everything that's left to us

It's wood, it's one day the end of the platform

A tampered alcohol, the shortest way

It's the cry of an owl, a sleepy body

The rusty car, it's the mud, it's the mud

A step, a bridge, a cawing toad

It's a shopper passing by, it's a beautiful skyline

It's the rainy season, it's the melting of ice

It's the waters of March, the promise of life

A stone, a stick, it's Joseph and it's James

An attacking snake, a cut in the heel

A step, a stone, an unfolding path

What is left of a root, feels a bit lonely

It's the fading winter, the end of a season

It's the thawing snow, it's the waters of March

The promise of life, the deep mystery

It's the waters of March at the very bottom of your heart

• Artist:Stacey Kent
• Album:Raconte-moi