Águas de Março
One of my favorite songs is "Águas de Março" by Antonio Carlos Jobim. I learned the Portuguese version first, then when I subsequently heard the English versions, they didn't mean the same to me. There's nothing wrong with them and there's no reason to not like them. But they didn't make me feel the same.
Because I couldn't find a translation that I could relate to, I wrote my own interpretation. It does have some of the original lyrics translated into English but for the most part, it's based on my everyday life.
Águas de Marçolisten
It's sand, the sky, the sun on the water, the touch of a hand, the "not" and the "want to". It's a door and a turn, a look and a smile, It's the love in a song, It's the song of a child. It's a bottle of wine, and a chocolate desert, the spill of a glass, It's a stain on a shirt. It's the babe in your arms, and the clutch in your throat, it's a song in the night, and a love with no hope. It's a glass and a ping, a nap on the couch, a nail and a foot, it's the trap and a mouse. It's orange trees in bloom, and the scrape of a broom, it's the frog on the road, and the frog in the room. A fear, a doubt, a cry, and a shout, a tear and a laugh, it's the "in" and the "out". It's the coming together, the leaving alone, it's a slip and a stumble, a window, a stone. It's the dust and a rock, a plant and a snail, the rotting refuse, and the life that avails. A tree, the wood, the crackles, the fires. The touch on your arm and burning desires. It's a fish and a splash, the sparkle of dew, it's the first light of dawn, it's the "all" and the "few". It's a book and a tent, a warm afternoon, a drowsy day dream, the soft light of the moon. It's the work on the house, and the body in bed, it's the mud on your boots, and the blood on your head. A drip, a flood, the scent of the rain the bark of a dog, it's a loss and a gain. And the autumns' cold rains come as summers depart, it's the promise of life that's held still in your heart. --- It's a snake and a jump, a trip and a fall, a stick and a laugh, it's nothing at all. And the autumns' cold rains come as summers depart, it's the promise of life that's held still in your heart. The sky, the sand, the sun on the water, the touch of a hand, it's the "not" and the "want to". It's the rain through the trees, the rain through the house, an embrace and a kiss, the silence, the loss. And the autumns' cold rains come as summers depart, it's the promise of life that's held still in your heart. The sand, the sky, the sun, the water, A touch, a hand, the not, the want to A door, a turn, a look and a smile The love, a song, the song of a child. And the autumns' cold rains come as summers depart, it's the promise of life that's held still in your heart.