Sole Giménez — Aguas de marzo song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Aguas de marzo" by Sole Giménez.
Lyrics
Es palo, es piedra, es fin del camino
Es un resto de leña, solitaria y perdida,
Es trocito de vida, es la vida, es el sol
Es la noche, es la muerte, es un lazo, un arpón
Es un árbol del campo, un nudo de madera
Caingá, candela, matita pereira.
Es flauta de caña, alud en caída
Un misterio profundo, es un quiera y no quiera
Es un viento soplando, el fin de la ladera
Es la viga, es el vano, fiesta del tijeral
Es la lluvia lloviendo, la voz de la ribera
De las aguas de marzo, es el fin de la espera
Es pie, es suelo, carretera andarina
Pajarito en la mano, piedra del tira-chinas
Es un ave en el cielo, es un ave en la tierra
Es arroyo y es fuente y un poquito de pan
Es el fondo del pozo, el final del camino
Y en el rostro la sombra de la soledad
Es rueda, es clavo, es punta y es punto
Es gota goteando, es cuento y es cuanto
Es un pez, es un gesto, una plata brillando
La luz de la mañana, una piedra rodando
Es la leña, es el día,
es el punto final
La botella vacía, un resto de cristal
El proyecto de casa, es el cuerpo en la cama
Es un coche atascado, es el barro, es la rama
Es paso, es puente, es sapo, y es rana
Un rincón en el campo a la luz de la mañana
Son las aguas de marzo cerrando el verano
Promesa de vida de tu corazón.
Palo, piedra, camino
ohh perdido
paso, puente, rana
Es un bello horizonte,
una fiebre temprana
Son las aguas de marzo cerrando el verano
Promesa de vida de tu corazón.
Son las aguas de marzo cerrando el verano
Promesa de vida de tu corazón.
(Gracias a Ángela María por esta letra)
Lyrics translation
It's stick, it's stone, it's the end of the road
It is a remnant of wood, lonely and lost,
It's a piece of life, it's life, it's the sun
It's night, it's death, it's a snare, a harpoon
It's a field tree, a wooden knot
Caingá, candela, pencil pear.
It's Reed Flute, fall allude
A deep mystery, is a Will and will not
It's a wind blowing, the end of the slope
It's the beam, it's the vain, party of the scissors
It's the rain Raining, The Voice of the shore
Of the waters of March, is the end of the wait
It's foot, it's ground, andarina road
Little bird in hand, strip stone-chinas
It's a bird in the sky, it's a bird in the Earth
It's a stream and it's a fountain and a little bread
It's the bottom of the well, the end of the road
And in the face the shadow of loneliness
It's wheel, it's nail, it's tip and it's point
It's dripping drop, it's Tale and it's how much
It's a fish, it's a gesture, a silver shining
The morning light, a Rolling Stone
It's the wood, it's the day,
it's the end point
The empty bottle, a glass rest
The house project, is the body in bed
It's a stuck car, it's the mud, it's the branch
It's step, it's bridge, it's Toad, and it's frog
A corner in the field in the morning light
It is the waters of March closing the summer
Promise of life from your heart.
Stick, Stone, Road
ohh lost
step, bridge, frog
It's a beautiful horizon,
an early fever
It is the waters of March closing the summer
Promise of life from your heart.
It is the waters of March closing the summer
Promise of life from your heart.
(Thanks to Angela Maria for this letter)