Boi de Carro
Kara Véia
Carriage Bull
Everyone has the right
To retirement
My owner raised me
Working day and night
Today I'm old and tired
Now I'm despised
By him and the whole family
They locked me in a pen
With nothing to eat
I'm an old tired bull
There's not even water to drink
After working so hard
I live thrown in a corner
No one cares about me
They're selling my body
To take to the slaughterhouse
I overheard this conversation
From the buyer's mouth
They have no feelings
This is the payment
For someone who worked so hard
When I was young I was a carriage bull
I plowed the land
Helped my boss
See his son graduate
My owner sold me
Just to see my blood
Spilled in the slaughterhouse
Anyone who hears my story
Will cry as I cried
Knowing I will be killed
By those I helped so much
Then they have a barbecue
Right on top of my trail
In the lands I worked
When I was young I was a carriage bull
I plowed the land
Helped my boss
See his son graduate
My owner sold me
Just to see my blood
Spilled in the slaughterhouse
