Stan Getz — Aguas de Marco song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Aguas de Marco" by Stan Getz.
Lyrics
É pau, é pedra
É o fim do caminho
É um resto de toco
É um pouco sozinho
É 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
É 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 a marcha estradeira
Passarinho na mão
Pedra de atiradeira
É uma ave no céu
É uma ave no chão
É um regato, é uma fonte
É um pedaço de pão
É o fundo do poço
É o fim do caminho
No 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
A 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
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, adrift
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
É um passo, é uma ponte
É um sapo, é uma rã
É um belo horizonte
É uma febre terçã
São as águas de março
Fechando o verão
É a promessa de vida
No teu coração
É pau, é pedra
É o fim do caminho
É um resto de toco
É um pouco sozinho
É 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 a promessa de vida
No teu coração
Lyrics translation
It's wood, it's stone
It's the end of the way
It's a stump rest
It's a little lonely
It's a glass turd.
It's life, it's the sun
It's night, it's death
It's a loop, it's the hook
It is peroba of the field
It is the knot of wood
Caingá, candeia
It's the Pereira Pencil
It is wind wood
Tombo da ribanceira
It's the deep mystery
It's what you want or don't want
It's the wind blowing
It's the end of the slope
It's the beam, it's the hollow
Party of the ridge
It's the rain Raining
It's ribeira conversation
From the waters of March
It's the end of tiredness
It's the foot, it's the floor
It is the treadmill gait
Little bird in hand
Shot stone
It's a bird in the sky
It's a bird on the ground
It's a regatta, it's a fountain
It's a piece of bread
It's the bottom of the pit
It's the end of the way
On the face the disgust
It's a little lonely
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
A knot in the wood
The song of a thrush
The wood of the wind
Cliff, 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
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
Spear, 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, adrift
A flight, a wing
To hawk, to 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
It's a step, it's a bridge
It's a frog, it's a frog
It's a beautiful horizon
It's a third fever.
It is the waters of March
Closing the summer
It is the promise of life
In your heart
It's wood, it's stone
It's the end of the way
It's a stump rest
It's a little lonely
It's a glass turd.
It's life, it's the sun
It's night, it's death
It's a loop, it's the hook
It is the waters of March
Closing the summer
It is the promise of life
In your heart