Les eaux de mars [English translation]

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...