Nos Bailes da Vida

It was in the dances of life or at a bar
In exchange for bread
That many good folks stepped into 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 far, everything was so good
Even the dirt road in the back of a truck
It was like that

With soaked clothes and a soul
Full of grit
Every artist has to go where the people are
If it was like that, it will be like that
Singing, I let go and never tire
Of living or singing