Waters of March (Águas de Março) Anya Marina

É pau, é pedra
É o fim do caminho
É um resto de toco
É um pouco sozinho

A stick, a stone
It's the end of the road
It's feeling alone, it's the weight of your load
It's a sliver of glass
It's light, it's the sun
It's night, it's death
It's a knife, it's a gun

A flower that blooms
A fox in the brush
A knot in the wood
The song of a thrush
The mystery of life
The steps down the hall
The sound of the wind
And the waterfall

It's the moon floating free
The curve of the slope
It's an ant, it's a bee
It's a reason for hope