Los Bailes de La Vida

It was in the dances of life
Or in a bar
In exchange for bread
That many good people
Made their way in the profession
Of playing an instrument
Or singing
Without caring
If the one who paid wants to hear
It was like that

Singing was seeking the path
That led to the sun
I have with me
The memory of what I was
To sing nothing was far
I was happy
Even carrying dreams
In the box of a truck
It was like that

With dirty clothes
And a soul full of love
Every artist must go
Where the people are
If it was like that, it will be like that
Singing I resurrect
And I don't tire of living
Nor of singing