Through the doors of this bar
Old times passed
Dreams and friends passed
Crimes and punishments passed
Through the doors of this bar
Pigs and vagrants passed
Peoples and fuses passed
Empty bodies passed
Through the doors of this bar
Weeds and cobwebs passed
Kings and queens passed
Creeds and litanies passed
Through the doors of this bar
Trains and tractors passed
Dogs and drums passed
Flying cattle passed
Through the doors of this bar
Bearded men and men in cassocks passed
Killer hands passed
Thick curtains passed
Through the doors of this bar
Arm-wrestling matches happened
Steel darknesses happened
The waters of March happened
A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone
A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone1
1. Part of 'Waters of March' by Tom Jobim