O Último Dos Carreiros
Duo Glacial
The Last of the Carters
With my team of oxen
I take the road
I recognize that I am old
I am at the end of the journey
Proudly I resist
The heavy transport
Only the relentless time
Will force my stop
Hey ox, hey ox
My grandfather was a carter
My father was too
I carry their legacy
In the old ox cart
I will fulfill this fate
Of a long generation
Although times have changed
I maintain the tradition
Hey ox, hey ox
My worn-out cart
Symbolizes a past
Its creaking joints sound sad
Protesting very hurt
From progress that destroys
Our cart road
The asphalt is erasing
All the charm of the dust
Hey ox, hey ox
As long as there is a road
For the cart to roll
I am the last of the carters
Brave hero to guide
When I go to eternity
This cart will stop
The profession of carter
I have no one to leave it to
Hey ox, hey ox
