Carro De Boi

Looking at an ox cart
I made the comparison
I compared my life
To an old cart
My regret is the same
To the groan of a poop
That goes across the floor of the world
Groaning in ingratitude

Ox Cart
That carried a heavy load
My chest also carries
Missing my beloved

The wheels of the old car
They left marks on the floor
From a very distant past
That today is a memory
This is my life
In the marks of illusion
I am a wheel that still turns
On the road loneliness

But this ox cart
Can't carry anymore
Old and broken wood
Not fit for work
I'm feeling it too
My strength is gone
Time is the carrier
That will soon touch me