e pau, e pedra,
e o fim do caminho
e um resto de toco,
e um pouco sozinho
A stick, a stone,
It's the end of the road,
It's feeling alone
It's the weight of your load
It's a sliver of glass
It's light, it's the sun
It's night, it's death
It's a knife, it's a gun
A flower that blooms
A fox in the brush
A knot in the wood
The song of a thrush
The mystery of life
The steps down the hall
The sound of the wind
And the waterfall
It's the moon floating free
The curve of the slope
It's an ant, it's a bee
It's a reason for hope
And the riverbank sings
Of the waters of March
It's the promise of Spring
It's the joy in your heart
e o pe, e o chao,
e a marcha estradeira
Passarinho na mao,
pedra de atiradeira
e uma ave no ceu,