Nos Bailes da Vida

It was in the dances of life or at a bar
In exchange for bread
That many good folks took their first steps in the trade
Of playing an instrument and singing
Not caring if the one who paid wanted to hear
That's how it was

Singing was about finding the way
That leads to the Sun
I carry with me the memories of who I was
To sing, nothing was too far, everything felt so good
Even the dirt road in the back of a truck
That's how it was

With soaked clothes and a soul
Full of dust
Every artist has to go where the people are
If that's the case, then so be it
Singing, I let go and never tire
Of living or singing