aguas de marco

• brezilyali en iyi sarkiymis.
  
  http://www.brazzil.com/p08sep01.htm
  
  sarkinin ingilizce cevirisi soyledir. bu ceviri, ingilizcede bulunmayan portekizce sozcukler icermektedir. bu sozcukler sadece brezilya ormanlarinda bulunan agac cesitleridir, mesela. o yuzden de ingilizceleri yokmus.
  
  it's stick, it's stone
  it's the end of the road
  it's a rest of stump
  it's a little alone
  
  it's a shard of glass
  it is life, it's the sun
  it is night, it is death
  it's the snare, it's the fishhook
  
  it's peroba of the field
  it’s the knot in the wood
  lamp caingá tree
  it's the matita-pereira tree
  
  it's wind-resistant wood
  falls of the ravine
  it's the profound mystery
  it's the you wish or you don’t
  
  it's the wind blowing
  it's the end of the slope
  it's the beam, it's the span
  the new roof party
  
  it's the rain raining
  it’s riverbank talk
  of the waters of march
  it's the end of the struggle
  
  it's the foot, it's the ground
  it's the walk on the road
  small bird in the hand
  a slingshot stone
  
  it’s a bird in the sky
  it’s a bird on the ground
  it's a creek, it's a fountain
  it's a piece of bread
  
  it's the bottom of the well
  it's the end of the way
  in the face the annoyance
  it's a little lonely
  
  it's a thorn, it's a nail
  it's a point, it’s a dot
  it's a drop dripping
  it's an tally, it’s a tale
  
  it's a fish, it’s a gesture
  it's silver shining
  it's the morning’s light
  it's the brick arriving
  
  it's the firewood, it's the day
  it's the end of the trail
  it's the bottle of liquor
  splinter in the road
  
  it’s the house’s design
  it's the body in bed
  it's the broken down car
  it's the mud, it's the mud
  
  it's a footstep, it's a bridge
  it's a toad, it's a frog
  it's a rest of brush
  in the morning’s light
  
  they are the waters of march
  closing the summer
  it's the promise of life
  in your heart
  
  it's a snake, it’s a stick
  it's john, it's joseph
  it's a thorn in the hand
  it's the cut on the foot
  
  they are the waters of march
  closing the summer
  it's the promise of life
  in your heart
  
  it's stick, it's stone
  it's the end of the road
  it's a rest of stump
  it's a little alone
  
  it's a footstep, a bridge
  it's a toad, it's a frog
  it's a beautiful horizon
  it’s a tertian fever
  
  they are the waters of march
  closing the summer
  it's the promise of life
  in your heart