(Carlos Lyra) On the road of life I travel Looking forward, never back, Looking to that dream before me, Leaving old dreams in my track. Lugar bonito, bonito, It's a pretty place I see. Lugar bonito, bonito, Where this road is taking me. Earth is barren where I come from But it's greener where I go How I'll get there, I'm not certain, When I get there, I will know. Lugar bonito, bonito, It's a pretty place I see Lugar bonito, bonito, Where this road is taking me. Long and lonely, hard and dusty, Is this trail I walk upon. But the journey's end gets nearer As the day goes by, gets gone. Lugar bonito, bonito, It's a pretty place, I know. Lugar bonito, bonito, At the end of this road.