Velho Candieiro

Go, go, go ox
Head down, slow steps on the road
Go, go, go ox
Down the road he pulls the cart

I remember and I miss it
From that time that was
I remember my old father
Playing the ox cart

Go, go, go ox
Head down, slow steps on the road
Go, go, go ox
Down the road he pulls the cart

I only have one longing left
In my imagination
A car singing far away
On the way up the ravine

I only have one longing left
In my imagination
A car singing far away
On the way up the ravine

Go, go, go ox
Head down, slow steps on the road
Go, go, go ox
Down the road he pulls the cart

My hair is white
It has already marked many Januarys
They are the remains of longing
From the times of the lamp

Go, go, go ox
Head down, slow steps on the road
Go, go, go ox
Down the road he pulls the cart