Aguas de marzo - Sole Gimenez

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

It's stick, it's stone, it's the end of the road

It's a piece of wood, lonely and lost

It's a piece of life, it's life, it's the sun

It's the night, it's death, it's a lasso, a harpoon

It is a tree of the field, a knot of wood

Caingá, candle, matita pereira

It's reed flute, avalanche in fall

A deep mystery, it is a want and not want

It's a blowing wind, the end of the slope

It's the beam, it's the span, festival of the truss

It's the rain pouring down, the voice of the riverside

From the waters of March, it's the end of the wait

It's foot, it's ground, walking road

Little bird in the hand, slingshot stone

It's a bird in the sky, it's a bird on the ground

It is a stream and it is a fountain and a little bit of bread

It is the bottom of the well, the end of the road

And on the face the shadow of loneliness

It's a wheel, it's a nail, it's a tip and it's a point

It's a drop dripping, it's a story and it's how much

It's a fish, it's a gesture, a shining silver

The morning light, a rolling stone

It's the firewood, it's the day

It's the end point

The empty bottle, a piece of glass

The house project is the body in bed

It's a stuck car, it's the mud, it's the branch

It's a step, it's a bridge, it's a toad, and it's a frog

A corner in the field in the morning light

They are the waters of March closing the summer

Promise of life from your heart

stick, stone, road

oh lost

step, bridge, frog

It's a beautiful horizon

an early fever

They are the waters of March closing the summer

Promise of life from your heart

They are the waters of March closing the summer

Promise of life from your heart