Carro De Boi

Looking at an ox cart
I made the comparison
I compared my life
To an old cart
My lament is the same
As the groan of a fart
That comes out on the ground
Groaning in ingratitude

CHORUS:
Ox Cart
That carried heavy load
My chest also carries
Longing for my beloved (repeat)

The wheels of the old cart
Left marks on the ground
Of a distant past
That is now a memory
That's how my life is
In the marks of illusion
I'm a wheel that still spins
On the road of loneliness

CHORUS...
But this ox cart
Can't carry anymore
Old and broken wood
Is not good for work
I also feel
My strength fading
Time is the driver
That will soon park me