The sound of the viola hit my chest and it hurt, my brother That's how I became a singer, without any teacher, I learned the lesson They are divine things in the world that come in a second, luck will change Bringing inside us the things that the mind goes far to look for Bringing inside us the things that the mind goes far to look for In the winter you speak and sing, the evil is astonished and we are happy In the world of rhymes and praises, I always gave proof of the things I did I went through many places, but I never set foot on the ground Singing I interpret the poetry, bringing joy where there is loneliness Singing I interpret the poetry, bringing joy where there is loneliness Destiny is my calendar, my dictionary is the inspiration The door of the world is open, my soul awake looking for the song With my viola in my chest, my verses are made for the world to sing It's the fight of an old talent, boy inside without ever getting tired It's the fight of an old talent, boy inside without ever getting tired