Nos Bailes da Vida
Foi nos bailes da vida ou num bar
Em troca de pão
Que muita gente boa pôs o pé na profissão
De tocar um instrumento e de cantar
Não importando se quem pagou quis ouvir
Foi assim
Cantar era buscar o caminho
Que vai dar no Sol
Tenho comigo as lembranças do que eu era
Para cantar nada era longe tudo tão bom
Até a estrada de terra na boléia de caminhão
Era assim
Com a roupa encharcada e a alma
Repleta de chão
Todo artista tem de ir aonde o povo está
Se foi assim, assim será
Cantando me desfaço e não me canso
De viver nem de cantar
In the Dances of Life
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