A step, a rock, 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 an half open trap
A milenary 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 snow melting
The deep mystery, the promise of life.
It's the wind breath on the top of the hills,
It's an old ruin, the void, the nothingness
It's the magpie yawning, It's the rain raining,
Torrents of gladness, it's the waters of March
It's the foot going ahead by step on, to low steps
It's the hand tensioned, It's the rock that we launch
It's a hole in the ground, a path walking,
What is left of a root , feels a bit lonely.
It's a bird in the air, a bird taking a break
The watered garden, the clear water 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
A step, a rock, an unfolding path
What is left of a root, feels a bit lonely...
Un pas, une ... pedra é o fim do caminho
E um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho...
A path, a rock, an unfolding path
What is left of a root, feels a bit lonely...