Antonio Carlos Jobim Waters of March (Aguas de Marco) 歌詞

歌：Antonio Carlos Jobim

作詞：Antonio Carlos Jobim

作曲：Antonio Carlos Jobim

発売：2023-02-16 11:35:48

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,
The 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 riverbank talks
Of the waters of March,
It's the end of the strain,
It's the joy in your heart

The foot, the ground,
The flesh and the bone,
The beat of the road,
A slingshot 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

A float, a drift,
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

(orchestral interlude)

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 distance the shelves
Rode three shadows of blue

And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
In your heart, in your heart

A stick, a stone,
The end of the load,
The rest of a stump,
A lonesome road

A sliver of glass,
A life, the sun,
A night, a death,
The end of the run

And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of March,
It's the end of all strain,
It's the joy in your heart.