Vou Vivendo
Pixinguinha
I'm Living
My heart went from bar to bar
Got lost and never found itself again
Living like this
Without anyone to say goodnight
And the penultimate one didn't even notice
Didn't realize when a waiter
Covered him with a starry night to sleep
And through the bars where I've been
How many glasses I've already broken
Toasting to peace and praying to God for friends' health
When they left without a goodbye
Sticking to my verses
Like shards of glass scattered
In my heart
Dreamed he was a little cry
Played tenderly
Then asked for a cold beer
Well crafted under pressure
And it came very chilled
Foam on the collar
Ah! Mr. Waiter, be gentle
Order another beer without missing a beat
My heart keeps living like this
Begging from bar to bar
Any alms
A word, a gesture, or affection
Old friends I want to see again
Watching the night turn
Into a hammock that will lull me to sleep among the clouds
In each bar
I passed through
I engraved the inscription
Brought here
This heart of mine
To drown your sorrow in it
Sweet bar home
That sheltered bohemians' lives
Full moon or waning or in a crescent moon
There's a place for this pain
More like a bar, love is faithful to love
In its own way, it wants to seek
Other arms to sleep in
Knows that life, a carpet of stars, is already
Spreading through the air this new address
It's around there
In each bar, I found a new love
And left them when God commanded
I'm living like this
Because destiny made me a vagabond
He will trace a new address
And I'll come to warn you
When at night a starry towel
Is given to cover me