Translation of the song lyrics Aguas de marzo - Sole Gimenez

Aguas de marzo (original)

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

Aguas de marzo (translation)

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