Águas de Março [English translation]

It is wood, it is stone

It is the end of the way

It is the rest of a bole

It is a bit in loneliness

It is a shard of glass

It is life, it is sun

It is the night, it is the death

It is the tie , it is the hook ...

It is peroba do campo

It is the knob in the wood

Caingá, candeia

It is matita-pereira

It is madeira de vento

The fall of the bluff

It is a profound mystery

It is the "want it or not want it"

It is the wind, blowing

It is the end of the slope

It is the beam, it is the span

Festa da Cumeeira...

It is rain, raining

It is a talk in idle

of the waters of March

It is the end of the tiredness

It is the foot, it is the ground

It is the trail on the road

Bird in the hand

Stone of slingshot

It is a bird in the sky

It is a bird on the ground

It is a stream, it is a fontain

It is a piece of bread ...

It is the bottom of the well

It is the end of the way

A woe in the face

It is a bit in loneliness

It is a thorn, it is a nail

It is a tip, it is a point

It is a drop, dripping

It is a bead, it is a tale ...

It is a fish, it is a gesture

It is the silver, shining

It is the morning light

It is the brick, coming

It is the firewood, it is the day

It is the worstest after the worst

It is a bottle of cane

Fragment on the road ...

It is the project of the house

It is a body in the bed

It is the car in breakdown

It is the mud, it is the mud

It is a footstep, it is a bridge

It is a frog, it is a frog

It is a rest of bush...

under the morning light

They are the waters of March,

Closing the summer

And the promise of life

in your heart ...

It is a snake, it is a stick of wood

It is João, it is José

It is a thorn in the hand

It is a cut in the foot ...

They are the waters of March,

closing the summer...

and the promise of life...

in your heart

It is wood, it is stone

It is the end of the way

It is the rest of a bole

It is a bit in loneliness

It is a step, it is a bridge

It's a frog, it is a frog

It is a beautiful horizon

Interminent fever

They are the waters of March,

closing the summer...

and the promise of life...

in your heart

-Esto, -Oco, -Ouco, -Inho

-Oite, -Orte, -Aço, -Zol...

They are the waters of March,

closing the summer...

and the promise of life...

in your heart