Waters Of March – Anya MarinaBy É pau, é pedraÉ o fim do caminhoÉ um resto de tocoÉ um pouco sozinhoA stick, a stoneIt’s the end of the roadIt’s feeling aloneIt’s the weight of your loadIt’s a sliver of glassIt’s light, it’s the sunIt’s night, it’s deathIt’s a knife, it’s a gunA flower that bloomsA fox in the brushA knot in the woodThe song of a thrushThe mystery of lifeThe steps down the hallThe sound of the windAnd the waterfallIt’s the moon floating freeThe curve of the slopeIt’s an ant, it’s a beeIt’s a reason for hopeAnd the riverbank singsOf the waters of MarchIt’s the promise of SpringIt’s the joy in your heartÉ o pé, é o chãoÉ a marcha estradeiraPassarinho na mãoPedra de atiradeiraÉ uma ave no céuÉ uma ave no chãoÉ um regato, é uma fonteÉ um pedaço de pãoÉ o fundo do poçoÉ o fim do caminhoNo rosto o desgostoÉ um pouco sozinhoA spear, a spikeA stake, a nailIt’s a drip, it’s a dropIt’s the end of the taleThe dew on a leafIn the morning lightThe shot of a gunIn the dead of nightA mile, a mustA thrust, a bumpIt’s the will to surviveIt’s a jolt, it’s a jumpThe prim of a houseA body in bedA car stuck in the mudIt’s the mud, it’s the mudA fish, a flashA wish, a wingIt’s a hawk, it’s a doveIt’s the promise of SpringAnd the riverbank singsOf the waters of MarchIt’s the end of despairIt’s the joy in your heartÉ uma cobra, é um pauÉ João, é JoséÉ um espinho na mãoÉ um corte no péSão as águas de marçoFechando o verãoÉ a promessa de vidaNo teu coraçãoA stick, a stoneIt’s the end of the roadThe stump of a treeIt’s a frog, it’s a toadA sigh, a breathA walkaroundA life or deathA ray in the sunAnd the riverbank singsOf the waters of MarchIt’s the promise of lifeIt’s the joy in your heart www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20