Letra 'Waters of March' de 'Tom Jobim' traducida al español

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 fange 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 sound of a shot 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 river bank 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 distance the shelves rode three shadows of blue
And the river talks of the waters of March
It's the promise of life in your heart
A stick, a stone, the end of the road
The rest of a stump, a lonesome road
A sliver of glass, a life, the sun
A knife, a death, the end of the run
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart

Un palo, una piedra, que es el fin del camino
Es el resto de un tronco, que es un poco sola
Se trata de una esquirla de cristal, que es la vida, es el sol
Es de noche, es la muerte, que es una trampa, es un arma de fuego
El roble cuando florece, un zorro en el monte
Un nudo en la madera, el canto de un zorzal
La madera del viento, un acantilado, una caída
Un cero, un bulto, no es nada en absoluto
Es el viento que sopla libre, que es el final de la pendiente
Es un rayo es un vacío, es una corazonada, es una esperanza
Y las conversaciones de los bancos del río de las aguas de marzo
Es el fin de la cepa
La alegría en tu corazón
El pie, la tierra, la carne y el hueso
El ritmo de la carretera, la piedra de una honda
Un pez, un flash, un resplandor plateado
Una lucha, una apuesta de la Fange de un arco
La cama del pozo, el final de la línea
La consternación en el rostro, es una pérdida, es un hallazgo
Una lanza, una punta, un punto, un clavo
Un goteo, una caída, el fin de la historia
Un camión cargado de ladrillos a la luz suave de la mañana
El sonido de un disparo en la oscuridad de la noche
Un kilómetro y medio, una necesidad, un impulso, un golpe,
Es una niña, es una rima, que es un resfriado, es de las paperas
El plan de la casa, el cuerpo

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