Les Eaux de mars [English translation]

A step, a stone, a path that leads

A remnant of a root, it's a bit lonely

It's a breaking of glass, it's life, the sun

It's death, sleep, a trap that's been set

An ancient 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 melting snow

The profound mystery, the promise of live

It's the breath of wind, at the top of the hills

It's an old ruin, emptiness, nothingness,

It's the magpie who chatters, it's the downpour pouring down

Torrents of joy, these are the waters of March

These are the waters of March

These are the waters of March

It's the foot which advances with a sure step, a slow step

It's the extended hand, it's the flung stone

It's a hole in the earth, a path that leads

A remnant of a root, it's a bit lonely

It's a bird in the air, a bird alighting

The watered garden, a source of clear water

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

It's a cheap account, it's a bit of nothing-at-all

A fish, a gesture, it's like quicksilver

It's all we wait for, it's all we have left

It's wood, it's a day at the end of the quay

Trafficked alcohol, the shortest route

These are the waters of March

These are the waters of March

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

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

A step, a bridge, a croaking toad

It's a passing barge, it's a beautiful horizon

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

These are the waters of March, the promise of life

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

An attacking snake, a notch in the heel

A step, a stone, a path that leads

A remnant of a root, it's a little lonely

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

It's the melting snow, these are the waters of march

The promise of life, the profound mystery

These are the waters of March, in your heart, deep down

These are the waters of March

These are the waters of March