Waters of March

A favourite video.Águas de março", pot Eli's Regina by TV Cultura Digital

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I believe the video is from a Brazilian TV show, maybe recorded after the release of Elis' album in 1972 which contained this song.  The singwriter, Jobim, is playing the piano. The music is a duet between Eli's and Jobim.

Is a song of AUTUMN, March being the end of summer is the Southern Hemisphere. It is a "stream of consciousness" poem about death / dying
Songwriter: Antonio Carlos Jobim, 1972

Originally written in Portuguese and the English lyrics also written by Jobim

Wikipedia says " The lyrics and the music have a constant downward progression much like the water torrent from those rains  flowing in the gutters which typically would carry sticks and stones bits of glass and almost everything and anything" and " The orchestration creates the illusion of the constant descending notes much like Shepard's tones."

The cascading waters of March give the impression of the passing of daily life and it's continual inevitable progression towards death

A bird in the hand as a result of a stone in a slingshot, before a bird in the sky, then a bird on the ground.  ... a bird being killed by a slingshot, falling from the sky, landing on the ground, then being collected.

TRANSLATION BY MTG How - in YouTube comment.

Itks a stick, a stone, it's the end of the way
It's the rest of a stump, it is a little alone!
It is a shard of glass, it is life, it is the sun
It's night, is death, it is a tie, is the hook
It's the field's "peroba" (a type of timber tree), is the wood knot
"Casings", candle, is the "Matita Pereira" (striped cuckoo)

It is wooden wind, fall from the bluff
It is the deep mystery, it is like it or not
It is the wind blowing, it's the end of the slope
It is the beam, is te will, party ridge
It's raining rain is river talk
The March waters, is the end of fatigue
It is her foot, and the ground is the "roadless" March
Bird in hand, stone on the slingshot

It is a bird in the sky, is a bird on the ground
It is a stream, is a source, is a piece of bread
It is the bottom,, it's the end of the road
In face of the heartbreak, it's a little alone

It is a crowfoot, is a nail, is an account, it is a tale
It is a point, is a dripping drop
It's a fish, it is a gesture, is the silver shining
It's the morning light, is the brick coming
It is the wood, is the day, it's the end of the trail
It is the bottle of cane, the shrapnel on the road
It is the design of the house, is the body in bed
It's the stalled car, it's the mud is mud

It is a step! It is a bridge, it's a paddock is a frog
It"s the rest of the bush, in the morning light
Are the waters of March closing the summer
It is the promise of life, in your heart

A snake is a stick, it is JOAO, is JOSE
it is a thorn in hand, it is a cut foot
It is a step, it is a bridge, it's a paddock is a frog
It is a "Belo Horizonte", is a tertiary fever
Are the waters of March closing the summer
It is the promise of life in your heart