Porta do Mundo

The sound of the viola hit
It hurt in my chest, my brother
So I became a singer
Without any teacher, I learned my lesson

They are divine things of the world
That in a second luck changes
Bringing it inside us
The things the mind goes far to seek
Bringing it inside us
The things the mind goes far to seek

In verses we speak and sing
Evil is frightened away, and we are happy
In the world of rhymes and verses
I have always given proof of the things I have done

I've been to many places
But I never stepped on the ground wrong
Singing I interpret poetry
Bringing joy where there is loneliness
Singing I interpret poetry
Bringing joy where there is loneliness

Destiny is my calendar
My dictionary is inspiration
The door to the world is open
My soul awakens seeking the song

With my guitar in my chest
My verses are made for the world to sing
It's the fight of an old talent
Boy inside without ever getting tired
It's the fight of an old talent
Boy inside without ever getting tired