Тональность: C major
Verse 1
C
There is a region in Brazil...
I just thought I'd bring that up.
No, really.
There is a region in Brazil,
I am told,
where they only get rain once a year.
And it's an interesting time
for the people who live there
because they look forward to the rain
all year round
because it only rains
during the month of March.
And they're very happy
to see the rain come.
It's a time of great joy.
It's also a time of great sadness
because with the rain comes flooding
and death and destruction.
So it's a real dichotomy
for the feelings
of the people who live there,
this great joy and this great sorrow
G
C
at the same time.
Now believe it or not,
somebody's actually written
a song about this.
Go figure. Antonio Carlos Jobim.
A stick, a stone,
it's the end of the road,
Am
it's the rest of a stump,
C
it's a little alone,
G
C
it's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun,
F
G
it is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun.
C
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,
Am
C
F
a fall, a scratch, a lump.
C
It is nothing at all.
It's the wind blowing free.
It's the end of the slope.
Am
It's a dream. It's a void.
F
C
G
It's a hunch. It's a hump.
C
And the riverbank talks
of the waters of March.
It's the end of the strain.
F
C
F
C
It's the joy in your heart.
The foot, the ground,
Am
the flesh and the bone,
C
Am
C
The beat of the road, a slingshot stone,
Am
C
a fish, a flash, a silvery glow, a fight,
a bet, the range of a bow,
Am
the bed of the well, the end of the line.
It is me in the face.
Am
It's a find, a spear, a spike, a point, a nail, a drip,
C
a drop, the end of the tail, a truckload of bricks
In the soft morning light,
C
Am
in the dead of the night, a mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
C
it's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps,
G
C
the plan of the house, the body in bed,
and the car that got stuck,
Am
C
it's the mud, it's the mud.
A floaty drift, a flight of wind,
a hawk, a quail,
The promise of spring and the riverbank
Am
talks of the waters of March.
C
It's the promise of life.
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C
Ab
C
F
C
Dm
G
C
Am
It's the joy In your heart
C
G
C
Am
F
G
C
G
C
G
C
Am
C
Am
C
Am
C
A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe
Am
C
It's a thorn in your hand
and a cut in your toe
Am
C
A point, a grain, a bee, a bite, a blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night,
Am
C
Am
C
a pin, a needle, a sting, a pain, a snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain,
a pass in the mountains, a horse and a mule,
in the distance the shells wrote three shadows of blue,
and the riverbank talks of the waters of
It's the promise of life in your heart,
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C
in your heart.
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C
Am
A stick, a stone, the end of the load.
C
The rest of a stump, a lonesome road.
A sliver of glass, a life,
a 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.
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Fm
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C
It's the joy. in your heart.
Thank you, isn't that an unusual song?
It's sort of like memorizing an
expressionist painting.
Really, the first few times I did it,
I kept wanting to go,
A glass, a spoon, a fork, a plate.
So... Oh.
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