Paroles et traduction Stan Getz - Aguas de Marco

Aguas de Marco

É pau, é pedra é o fim do caminho
Um resto de toco, um pouco sozinho
Um caco de vidro, é a vida, é o sol
É a noite, é a morte, é um laço, é o anzol

É peroba do campo, o nó da madeira
Caingá, candeia, é o Matita Pereira
É madeira de vento, tombo da ribanceira
É o mistério profundo, é o queira ou não queira

É o vento ventando, é o fim da ladeira
É a viga, é o vão, festa da cumeeira
É a chuva chovendo, é conversa ribeira
Das águas de março, é o fim da canseira

É o pé, é o chão, é uma marcha estradeira
Passarinho na mão, pedra de atiradeira
Uma ave no céu, uma ave no chão
Um regato, uma fonte, um pedaço de pão

É o fundo do poço, é o fim do caminho
Do rosto o desgosto, é um pouco sozinho

A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
It's the rest of a stump, 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

The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush
The knot in the wood, the song of a thrush
The wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all

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

The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone
The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow
A fight, a bet, the range of a bow

The bed of the well, the end of the line
The dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a find
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
Afloat, 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

Um passo, uma ponte, um sapo, uma rã
Im belo horizonte, uma febre terçã
São as águas de março fechando o verão
É promessa de vida no teu coração

É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho
Um resto de toco, um pouco sozinho
Um caco de vidro, é a vida, é o sol
É a noite, é a morte, é um laço, é o anzol

São as águas de março fechando o verão
É promessa de vida no teu coração

É pau, é pedra

Waters of March

It's a stick, it's a stone, the end of the road, my love
A leftover stump, standing there alone, my love
A sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun above
It is night, it is death, a trap, a hook, my love

It's the oak in the field, the knot in the wood so strong
The fallen Kaingá, a candle's soft song
It's wood of the wind, a cliff's sudden fall
A deep mystery, whether you want it or not at all

It's the wind in your hair, the end of the slope we climb
It's a beam, it's a void, a rooftop's festive chime
It's the rain as it falls, the riverbank's gentle rhyme
Of the Waters of March, the end of a weary time

It's the foot, it's the ground, a march along the way
A bird in your hand, a stone thrown in play
A bird in the sky, another on the ground
A stream, a spring, a piece of bread we've found

It's the bottom of the well, the road's final bend
The sorrow on your face, a moment we spend alone, my friend

A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road, my love
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone, my love
It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun above
It is night, it is death, a trap, a gun, my love

The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush so sly
The knot in the wood, the sweet song of a thrush nearby
The wood of the wind, a cliff, a fall, a sudden sound
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all we've found

It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of the slope we climb
It's a beam, it's a void, a hunch, a hope, a reason, a rhyme
And the river bank talks of the waters of March so sweet
It's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart we meet

The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone, so real
The beat of the road, a slingshot's stone we feel
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow in the stream
A fight, a bet, the range of a bow, a hunter's dream

The bed of the well, the end of the line we trace
The dismay in the face, it's a loss, it's a find, a space
A spear, a spike, a point, a nail, a tool, a mark
A drip, a drop, the end of the tale, a spark

A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light we see
The shot of a gun in the dead of the night, so free
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump, a journey's way
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps, they say

The plan of the house, the body in bed at rest
And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud, a test
Afloat, a drift, a flight, a wing, a feather's flight
A hawk, a quail, the promise of spring, so bright

And the riverbank talks of the waters of March so sweet
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart we meet

A step, a bridge, a frog, a toad, we pass
A beautiful horizon, a fever's grasp
It's the Waters of March, closing the summer's door
It's the promise of life in your heart, and so much more

It's a stick, it's a stone, the end of the road, my love
A leftover stump, standing there alone, my love
A sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun above
It is night, it is death, a trap, a hook, my love

It's the Waters of March, closing the summer's door
It's the promise of life in your heart, and so much more

It's a stick, it's a stone...