Chofer de Estrada

I started working on the road a while ago
With a ten-ton truck
A good tarp and braided rope
With the tools under the pillow

I lead my life always busy
I have no Sundays, holidays, or anything
My truck is my home
In its cabin, I make a stop

If the road is smooth for the car to run
I put on the chains to avoid slipping
I keep cutting ground as far as it goes
And if the car gets stuck, I don't force it

I have a big stick to lift
And with the hoe, I start to level
I load without complaining
With a low gear, I get out of there

I only travel at night, this is my fate
I have a good headlight to cut through the fog
And if it rains a lot, I lower the curtains
The giant rolls to where it's destined

I've driven straight from Rio to Londrina
I went to Blumenau, in Santa Catarina
I went from Goiás cutting through the fields
To Belo Horizonte, the capital of Minas

I transport wherever it may be
From Porto Alegre to São Salvador
And from Curitiba, I transported valuables
Heading to São Paulo, cutting through the countryside

I take care, I don't strain the engine
And I don't press too hard on the accelerator
I travel alone without any fear
With faith in Saint Christopher, who is my protector