Águas de Março (part. Toquinho)

It's a stick, it's a stone, it's the end of the road
It's a leftover stump, a little bit alone
It's a shard of glass, it's life, it's the sun
It's the night, it's death, it's a loop, it's a hook

It's a field wood, it's a knot in the timber
Caingá, lantern, it's the Matita Pereira
It's windblown wood, a tumble down the slope
It's a deep mystery, it's a take it or leave it

It's the wind blowing, it's the end of the hill
It's the beam, it's the gap, the Roof Ridge Festival
It's the rain pouring, it's riverside talk
From the waters of March, it's the end of the grind

It's the foot, it's the ground, it's the road march
A little bird in hand, a slingshot stone

It's a bird in the sky, it's a bird on the ground
It's a stream, a fountain, a piece of bread
It's the bottom of the well, it's the end of the road
On the face, a sorrow, it's a little bit alone

It's a screw-up, it's a nail, it's a tip, it's a dot
It's a drop dripping, it's a bill, it's a tale
It's a fish, it's a gesture, it's a silver shining
It's the morning light, it's the brick arriving

It's the firewood, the day, it's the end of the trail
A bottle of rum, a shard on the road
It's the house plan, it's the body in bed
It's the broken-down car, it's the mud, it's the mud

It's a step, it's a bridge, it's a frog, it's a toad
A leftover bush in the morning light
It's the waters of March closing out the summer
It's the promise of life in your heart

It's a snake, it's a stick, it's John, it's Joseph
A thorn in the hand, it's a cut on the foot
It's the waters of March closing out the summer
It's the promise of life in your heart

It's a stick, it's a stone, it's the end of the road
It's a leftover stump, a little bit alone

It's a step, it's a bridge, it's a frog, it's a toad
It's a beautiful horizon, it's a feverish third
It's the waters of March closing out the summer
It's the promise of life in your heart

It's a stick, it's a stone, it's the end of the road
It's a leftover stump, a little bit alone
It's the waters of March closing out the summer
It's the promise of life in your heart