É o pau, é a pedra, é o fim do caminho É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho É um caco de vidro, é a vida, é o sol É a noite, é a morte, é um laço, é o anzol É peroba no campo, é o nó da madeira Caingá candeia, é o matita-pereira É madeira de vento, tombo da ribanceira É o mistério profundo, é o queira ou não queira É o vento vetando, é o fim da ladeira É a viga, é o vão, festa da ciumeira É a chuva chovendo, é conversa ribeira Das águas de março, é o fim da canseira É o pé, é o chão, é a marcha estradeira Passarinho na mão, pedra de a tiradeira É uma ave no céu, é uma ave no chão É um regato, é uma fonte, é um pedaço de pão É o fundo do poço, é o fim do caminho No rosto um desgosto, é um pouco sozinho
A stick a stone It's the end of the road, It's the rest of the 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, The knot in the wood, The song of the 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 a slope. It's a beam, it's a void, It's a hunch, it's a hope. And the riverbank talks. Of the water of march It's the end of the strain, It's the joy in your heart. The foot, the ground, The flesh, the bone, The beat of the road, A slingshot stone. A fish, a flash, A silvery glow, A fight, a bet, The range of the 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 shot of a gun, In the dead of the night. A mile, a must, A thrust, a bump. It's a girl, it's a rhyme. It's the cold, it's the mumps. The plan of the house, The body in bed, The car that got stuck, It's the mud, it's the mud. A float, a drift, A flight, a wing, Ahawk, a quail, The promise of spring. And the riverbanks talks. Of the waters of march. It's the promise of life, It's the joy in your heart, A snake, a stick, It is john, it is joe, It's a thorn in your hand, And a cut on your toe. A point, a grain, A bee, a bite, A blink, a buzzard, The sudden stroke of night. A pin, a needle, A sting, a pain, A snail, a riddle, A weep, a stain. A pass in the mountains. A horse, a mule, In the distance the shelves. Rode three shadows of blue. And the riverbank talks Of the promise of life In your heart, in your heart A stick, a stone, The end of the load, The rest of the stump, A lonesome road. A sliver of glass, A life, the sun, A night, a death, The end of the run And the riverbank talks Of the waters of march It's the end of all strain It's the joy in your heart Авторы: ANTONIO CARLOS JOBIM
A stick, a stone, It's the end of the road, E um resto de toco 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 E peroba do campo, E o no da madeira Cainga, candeia E o matita pereira E madeira de vento, Tomo da ribanceira E o misterio profundo, E o queira ou nao queira 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, It's the joy in your heart Bada Badam ... E o pe, E o chao E a marcha estradeira Passarinho na mao, Pedra de atiradeira. A fish, a flash, A silvery glow, A fight, a bet, The range of a bow E o fundo do poco, E o fim do caminho No rosto o desgosto E um pouco sozinho 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 shot of a gun 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 riverbank talks of the waters of March, It's the promise of life It's the joy in your heart And the riverbank talks of the waters of March, It's the promise of life It's the joy in your heart Badababa ....... A stick, a stone, It's the end of the road E um resto de toco E um pouco sozinho It's a sliver of glass It is life, it's the sun E o noite, e o morte E um laco, e o anzol The plan of the house, The body in bed, And the car that got stuck, It's the mud, it's the mud E o projecto da casa, E o corpo na cama, E o carpa enguicado E a lama, E a lama. Sao as aguas de marco Fechando o verao E a promessa de vida No teu coracao And the riverbank talks of the waters of March, It's the promise of life It's the joy in your heart . And the riverbank talks of the waters of March, It's the promise of life It's the joy in your heart.
É o pau, é a pedra, é o fim do caminho É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho É um caco de vidro, é a vida, é o sol É a noite, é a morte, é um laço, é o anzol ^ É peroba no campo, é o nó da madeira Caingá candeia, é o matita-pereira ^ É madeira de vento, tombo da ribanceira É o mistério profundo, é o queira ou não queira É o vento vetando, é o fim da ladeira É a viga, é o vão, festa da ciumeira É a chuva chovendo, é conversa ribeira Das águas de março, é o fim da canseira É o pé, é o chão, é a marcha estradeira Passarinho na mão, pedra de a tiradeira (Dia tiradeira) ^ É uma ave no céu, é uma ave no chão (umaave) É um regato, é uma fonte, é um pedaço de pão É o fundo do poço, é o fim do caminho No rosto um desgosto, é um pouco sozinho
Eu tive várias aulas com o professor Tácio Mendes ele é cantor e me ajudou muito a cantar bem por isso que temos que dia Elis Regina mas não sei se somos tão certo porque eu faço um ano que não tenho aula com ele
A stick a stone It's the end of the road, It's the rest of the 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, The knot in the wood, The song of the 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 a slope. It's a beam, it's a void, It's a hunch, it's a hope. And the riverbank talks. Of the water of march It's the end of the strain, It's the joy in your heart. The foot, the ground, The flesh, the bone, The beat of the road, A slingshot stone. A fish, a flash, A silvery glow, A fight, a bet, The range of the 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 shot of a gun, In the dead of the night. A mile, a must, A thrust, a bump. It's a girl, it's a rhyme. It's the cold, it's the mumps. The plan of the house, The body in bed, The car that got stuck, It's the mud, it's the mud. A float, a drift, A flight, a wing, Ahawk, a quail, The promise of spring. And the riverbanks talks. Of the waters of march. It's the promise of life, It's the joy in your heart, A snake, a stick, It is john, it is joe, It's a thorn in your hand, And a cut on your toe. A point, a grain, A bee, a bite, A blink, a buzzard, The sudden stroke of night. A pin, a needle, A sting, a pain, A snail, a riddle, A weep, a stain. A pass in the mountains. A horse, a mule, In the distance the shelves. Rode three shadows of blue. And the riverbank talks Of the promise of life In your heart, in your heart A stick, a stone, The end of the load, The rest of the stump, A lonesome road. A sliver of glass, A life, the sun, A night, a death, The end of the run And the riverbank talks Of the waters of march It's the end of all strain It's the joy in your heart Авторы: ANTONIO CARLOS JOBIM
É o pau, é a pedra, é o fim do caminho
É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho
É um caco de vidro, é a vida, é o sol
É a noite, é a morte, é um laço, é o anzol
É peroba no campo, é o nó da madeira
Caingá candeia, é o matita-pereira
É madeira de vento, tombo da ribanceira
É o mistério profundo, é o queira ou não queira
É o vento vetando, é o fim da ladeira
É a viga, é o vão, festa da ciumeira
É a chuva chovendo, é conversa ribeira
Das águas de março, é o fim da canseira
É o pé, é o chão, é a marcha estradeira
Passarinho na mão, pedra de a tiradeira
É uma ave no céu, é uma ave no chão
É um regato, é uma fonte, é um pedaço de pão
É o fundo do poço, é o fim do caminho
No rosto um desgosto, é um pouco sozinho
A stick a stone
It's the end of the road,
It's the rest of the 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,
The knot in the wood,
The song of the 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 a slope.
It's a beam, it's a void,
It's a hunch, it's a hope.
And the riverbank talks.
Of the water of march
It's the end of the strain,
It's the joy in your heart.
The foot, the ground,
The flesh, the bone,
The beat of the road,
A slingshot stone.
A fish, a flash,
A silvery glow,
A fight, a bet,
The range of the 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 shot of a gun,
In the dead of the night.
A mile, a must,
A thrust, a bump.
It's a girl, it's a rhyme.
It's the cold, it's the mumps.
The plan of the house,
The body in bed,
The car that got stuck,
It's the mud, it's the mud.
A float, a drift,
A flight, a wing,
Ahawk, a quail,
The promise of spring.
And the riverbanks talks.
Of the waters of march.
It's the promise of life,
It's the joy in your heart,
A snake, a stick,
It is john, it is joe,
It's a thorn in your hand,
And a cut on your toe.
A point, a grain,
A bee, a bite,
A blink, a buzzard,
The sudden stroke of night.
A pin, a needle,
A sting, a pain,
A snail, a riddle,
A weep, a stain.
A pass in the mountains.
A horse, a mule,
In the distance the shelves.
Rode three shadows of blue.
And the riverbank talks
Of the promise of life
In your heart, in your heart
A stick, a stone,
The end of the load,
The rest of the stump,
A lonesome road.
A sliver of glass,
A life, the sun,
A night, a death,
The end of the run
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of march
It's the end of all strain
It's the joy in your heart
Авторы: ANTONIO CARLOS JOBIM
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Jeová Rafah meu senhor que cura toda dor sidkenu ya veh minja justiça é Elohim Elohim Deus ,no controle estaa meu Deus tudo governa
A stick, a stone,
It's the end of the road,
E um resto de toco
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
E peroba do campo,
E o no da madeira
Cainga, candeia
E o matita pereira
E madeira de vento,
Tomo da ribanceira
E o misterio profundo,
E o queira ou nao queira
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,
It's the joy in your heart
Bada Badam ...
E o pe, E o chao
E a marcha estradeira
Passarinho na mao,
Pedra de atiradeira.
A fish, a flash,
A silvery glow,
A fight, a bet,
The range of a bow
E o fundo do poco,
E o fim do caminho
No rosto o desgosto
E um pouco sozinho
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 shot of a gun
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 riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart
And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart
Badababa .......
A stick, a stone,
It's the end of the road
E um resto de toco
E um pouco sozinho
It's a sliver of glass
It is life, it's the sun
E o noite, e o morte
E um laco, e o anzol
The plan of the house,
The body in bed,
And the car that got stuck,
It's the mud, it's the mud
E o projecto da casa,
E o corpo na cama,
E o carpa enguicado
E a lama, E a lama.
Sao as aguas de marco
Fechando o verao
E a promessa de vida
No teu coracao
And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart
.
And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March,
It's the promise of life
It's the joy in your heart.
Impossível cantar sozinha essa música
Muito difícil
Nem a Withiney Honton hahhahah
É o pau, é a pedra, é o fim do caminho
É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho
É um caco de vidro, é a vida, é o sol
É a noite, é a morte, é um laço, é o anzol
^ É peroba no campo, é o nó da madeira
Caingá candeia, é o matita-pereira
^ É madeira de vento, tombo da ribanceira
É o mistério profundo, é o queira ou não queira
É o vento vetando, é o fim da ladeira
É a viga, é o vão, festa da ciumeira
É a chuva chovendo, é conversa ribeira
Das águas de março, é o fim da canseira
É o pé, é o chão, é a marcha estradeira
Passarinho na mão, pedra de a tiradeira (Dia tiradeira)
^ É uma ave no céu, é uma ave no chão (umaave)
É um regato, é uma fonte, é um pedaço de pão
É o fundo do poço, é o fim do caminho
No rosto um desgosto, é um pouco sozinho
Eu tive várias aulas com o professor Tácio Mendes ele é cantor e me ajudou muito a cantar bem por isso que temos que dia Elis Regina mas não sei se somos tão certo porque eu faço um ano que não tenho aula com ele
Tem até karaokê kkkk demais
elis love
Pertence a galeria de música imortal composta também por outro imortal. Meus parabéns.
muito bom....
tudo de bom
too fast for me. I cant speak portugese though. lol
Muito boa mesmo!!!!Mas deveria ser mais parecida da original na minha opinião!!!E realmente esta meio atrasado!
Só acertar e fica show
Muito bom
oiii estou decoramdo sua musica
Atrasou aí no começo.
Que difícil
AMSIPA67 Rosicleia de Souza
Atrasou no inicio.Se corrigir ficara perfeito
Pereyra Jajajaj
ua-cam.com/video/CLoyU2z7LiU/v-deo.html Obrigada pelo Karaokê consegui gravar com ele ♡
A stick a stone
It's the end of the road,
It's the rest of the 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,
The knot in the wood,
The song of the 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 a slope.
It's a beam, it's a void,
It's a hunch, it's a hope.
And the riverbank talks.
Of the water of march
It's the end of the strain,
It's the joy in your heart.
The foot, the ground,
The flesh, the bone,
The beat of the road,
A slingshot stone.
A fish, a flash,
A silvery glow,
A fight, a bet,
The range of the 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 shot of a gun,
In the dead of the night.
A mile, a must,
A thrust, a bump.
It's a girl, it's a rhyme.
It's the cold, it's the mumps.
The plan of the house,
The body in bed,
The car that got stuck,
It's the mud, it's the mud.
A float, a drift,
A flight, a wing,
Ahawk, a quail,
The promise of spring.
And the riverbanks talks.
Of the waters of march.
It's the promise of life,
It's the joy in your heart,
A snake, a stick,
It is john, it is joe,
It's a thorn in your hand,
And a cut on your toe.
A point, a grain,
A bee, a bite,
A blink, a buzzard,
The sudden stroke of night.
A pin, a needle,
A sting, a pain,
A snail, a riddle,
A weep, a stain.
A pass in the mountains.
A horse, a mule,
In the distance the shelves.
Rode three shadows of blue.
And the riverbank talks
Of the promise of life
In your heart, in your heart
A stick, a stone,
The end of the load,
The rest of the stump,
A lonesome road.
A sliver of glass,
A life, the sun,
A night, a death,
The end of the run
And the riverbank talks
Of the waters of march
It's the end of all strain
It's the joy in your heart
Авторы: ANTONIO CARLOS JOBIM