- Luciana Souza Waters Of March 歌詞
- Luciana Souza
- A stick a stone
its the end of the road,
its the rest of the stump
its a little alone
its a sliver of glass,
it is life, its the sun,
it is night ,it is death,
its a trap, its a gun.
the oak when it blooms,
a fox in the brush,
the knot in the wood,
the song of the thrush.
the wood of the wind,
a cliff, a fall,
a scratch, a lump,
it is nothing at all.
its the wind blowing free.
its the end of a slope.
its a beam, its a void,
its a hunch, its a hope.
and the riverbank talks.
of the water of march
its the end of the strain,
its the joy in your heart.
the foot, the ground,
the flesh, the bone,
the beat of the road,
a slingshot stone.
a fish, a flash,
a silvery glow,
a fight, a bet,
the range of the bow.
the bed of the well,
the end of the line,
the dismay in the face,
its a loss, its 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.
its a girl, its a rhyme.
its the cold, its the mumps.
the plan of the house,
the body in bed,
the car that got stuck,
its the mud, its the mud.
a float, a drift,
a flight, a wing,
ahawk, a quail,
the promise of spring.
and the riverbanks talks.
of the waters of march.
its the promise of life,
its the joy in your heart,
a snake, a stick,
it is john, it is joe,
its a thorn in your hand,
and a cut on your toe.
a point, a grain,
a bee, a bite,
a blink, a buzzard,
the sudden stroke of night.
a pin, a needle,
a sting, a pain,
a snail, a riddle,
a weep, a stain.
a pass in the mountains.
a horse, a mule,
in the distance the shelves.
rode three shadows of blue.
and the riverbank talks
of the promise of life
in your heart, in your heart
a stick, a stone,
the end of the load,
the rest of the 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
its the end of all strain
its the joy in your heart
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