Elis Regina & Antonio Carlos Jobim - Aguas De Marco | Текст песни

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• Elis Regina & Antonio Carlos Jobim
• Aguas De Marco

аguas de MarГo

"и pau, И pedra,
И o fim do caminho
и um resto de toco,
И um pouco sozinho

и um caco de vidro,
И a vida, И o sol
и a noite, И a morte,
И o laГo, И o anzol

и peroba do campo,
И o nС da madeira
CaingА candeia,
И o matita-pereira

и madeira de vento,
tombo da ribanceira
и o mistИrio profundo,
И o queira ou nЦo queira

и o vento ventando,
И o fim da ladeira
и a viga, И o vЦo,
festa da cumeeira

и a chuva chovendo,
И conversa ribeira
Das Аguas de marГo,
И o fim da canseira

и o pИ, И o chЦo,
И a marcha estradeira
Passarinho na mЦo,
pedra de atiradeira

и uma ave no cИu,
И uma ave no chЦo
и um regato, И uma fonte,
И um pedaГo de pЦo

и o fundo do poГo,
И o fim do caminho
No rosto o desgosto,
И um pouco sozinho

и um estrepe, И um prego,
И uma ponta, И um ponto
и um pingo pingando,
И uma conta, И um conto

и um peixe, И um gesto,
И uma prata brilhando
и a luz da manhЦ,
И o tijolo chegando

и a lenha, И o dia,
И o fim da picada
и a garrafa de cana,
o estilhaГo na estrada

и o projeto da casa,
И o corpo na cama
и o carro enguiГado,
И a lama, И a lama

и um passo, И uma ponte,
И um sapo, И uma rЦ
и um resto de mato,
na luz da manhЦ

SЦo as Аguas de marГo
fechando o verЦo
и a promessa de vida
no teu coraГЦo

и uma cobra, И um pau,
И JoЦo, И JosИ
и um espinho na mЦo,
И um corte no pИ

SЦo as Аguas de marГo
fechando o verЦo
и a promessa de vida
no teu coraГЦo

и pau, И pedra,
И o fim do caminho
и um resto de toco,
И um pouco sozinho

и um passo, И uma ponte,
И um sapo, И uma rЦ
и um belo horizonte,
И uma febre terГЦ

SЦo as Аguas de marГo
fechando o verЦo
и a promessa de vida
no teu coraГЦo"

Waters of March

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

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

A snake, a stick,
It is John, it is Joe,
It's a thorn in your hand
and a cut in your toe

A point, a grain,
A bee, a bite,
A blink, a buzzard,
A sudden stroke of night

A pin, a needle,
A sting, a pain,
A snail, a riddle,
A wasp, a stain

A pass in the mountains,
A horse and a mule,
In the d