Nos Bailes da Vida
Milton Nascimento
In the Dance of Life
It was in the dances of life or in a bar
In exchange for bread
That many good people entered the profession
Of playing an instrument and singing
No matter if the one who paid wanted to listen
It was like that
Singing was seeking the path
That leads to the sun
I have with me the memories of what I was
To sing nothing was far, everything so good
Even the dirt road in the truck's cab
It was like that
With soaked clothes and the soul
Full of ground
Every artist has to go where the people are
If it's like this, this is how it will be
Singing I disguise myself and I don't get tired
of living or singing
