Caminhoneiro É Bicho Louco

The day is dawning, it's the end of the night
The engine warming up, I'm hitting the road
My desire staying, a kiss to my beloved
My heart carrying the heaviest load

A sip of coffee she made with care
A prayer with faith so I don't walk alone
Accelerating gently, I leave quietly
Our Lady is the light of my path

There I go, stuck to the asphalt
Truck flying low, mind flying high
The truck driver is indeed a crazy creature
Working hard and earning little

If a friend needs help, I stop
A detour saves me from the expensive toll
Potholes on the road shake the rosary
I'll die missing you, says the calendar

I live on the road at the mercy of luck
Friend of life, enemy of death
From east to west and from south to north
The country needs my strong arm

There I go, stuck to the asphalt

It's already late afternoon and the sun is setting
I'll get home, only God knows when
I ask Him to take away my sleep
God owns the world, I'm the owner's son

There I go, stuck to the asphalt

The truck driver is indeed a crazy creature