Nos Bailes da Vida [English translation]

It was at the balls of life or in a bar

In exchange for bread

That many good people began the profesion

Playing an instrument or singing a song

Not caring about who paid for our wanted to listen

It happened this way

Singing was pursuiting the path

That will shows us the Sun

I keep in me the memories of who I was

To sing nothing was too far away, everything was good

Even the dirt road in a cabin of a truck

It happened this way

With wet clothes and the soul

Full of ground

Every artist must go where the people are

If it is this way, It will be this way

When I sing I disguise and I don't get tired

Of living nor singing