Vida de Artista

Dreamed of the artist's life,
My photo on the cover of some magazines.
I searched for sincere songs
So that my people can sing them.

I searched through the stages
For the spirits that remain after the applause.
I didn't want to have the failure
Of those who could never make it.

I go singing and inside I'm crying,
I'm losing things that I never have.
A wanderer, and a singer by profession.
Envied for the success achieved.

Women who take the stage
They take my photo and leave me with sorrow,
The sorrow of my fantasy
That is always far from reality.

Lovers, lovers, and friends
Also shared a thousand nights with me.
They knew about my fantasy
But they didn't know about my loneliness.

In exchange for my fantasy
I let Maria go one night.
I didn't have the great courage
To exchange my dream for her reality.

Today I feel the days go by
And I just wish Maria would come back.
Today I want to put in her hands
My life and my dreams to start.

I go singing and inside I'm crying,
I'm losing things that I never have.
A wanderer, and a singer by profession.
Envied for the success achieved.

I go singing and inside I'm crying,
I'm losing things that I never have.
A wanderer, and a singer by profession.
Envied for the success achieved...