Waters of March (Aguas De Marco) - Sofia, Roji Soriano

A stick, a stone,

It’s the end of the road,

E um resto de toco

It’s a little alone

It’s a sliver of glass,

It is life, it’s the sun,

It is night, it is death,

It’s a trap, it’s a gun

E peroba do campo,

E o no da madeira

Cainga, candeia

E o matita pereira

E madeira de vento,

Tomo da ribanceira

E o misterio profundo,

E o queira ou nao queira

It’s the wind blowing free,

It’s the end of the slope,

It’s a beam, it’s a void,

It’s a hunch, it’s a hope

And the river bank talks

of the waters of March,

It’s the end of the strain,

It’s the joy in your heart

E o pe, E o chao

E a marcha estradeira

Passarinho na mao,

Pedra de atiradeira.

A fish, a flash,

A silvery glow,

A fight, a bet,

The range of a bow

E o fundo do poco,

E o fim do caminho

No rosto o desgosto

E um pouco sozinho

A spear, a spike,

A point, a nail,

A drip, a drop,

The end of the tale

A truckload of bricks

in the soft morning light,

The shot of a gun

in the dead of the night

A mile, a must,

A thrust, a bump,

It’s a girl, it’s a rhyme,

It’s a cold, it’s the mumps

The plan of the house,

The body in bed,

And the car that got stuck,

It’s the mud, it’s the mud

A float, a drift,

A flight, a wing,

A hawk, a quail,

The promise of spring

And the riverbank talks

of the waters of March,

It’s the promise of life

It’s the joy in your heart

And the riverbank talks

of the waters of March,

It’s the promise of life

It’s the joy in your heart

A stick, a stone,

It’s the end of the road

E um resto de toco

E um pouco sozinho

It’s a sliver of glass

It is life, it’s the sun

E o noite, e o morte

E um laco, e o anzol

The plan of the house,

The body in bed,

And the car that got stuck,

It’s the mud, it’s the mud

E o projecto da casa,

E o corpo na cama,

E o carpa enguicado

E a lama, E a lama.

Sao as aguas de marco

Fechando o verao

E a promessa de vida

No teu coracao

And the riverbank talks

of the waters of March,

It’s the promise of life

It’s the joy in your heart.

And the riverbank talks

of the waters of March,

It’s the promise of life

It’s the joy in your heart.