Água de Beber-Astrud Gilberto/Antonio Carlos Jobim

歌手 : Astrud Gilberto / Antonio Carlos Jobim

专辑 : Summer Samba! - Antônio Carlos Jobim

语种 : 纯音乐

时长 : 02:18

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TXT Água de Beber-Astrud Gilberto/Antonio Carlos Jobim 文本歌词

Água de Beber - Astrud Gilberto/Antonio Carlos Jobim (安东尼奥·卡洛斯·乔宾)

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

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

And the river bank talks of the waters of March

It's a joy in you life in you mide in your heart

And the river bank talks of the waters of March

It's a much in you life it's the joy in your arms