Poncho Molhado

Wet poncho looking at the troop and the horizon
The drover goes slowly down the road
The rain soaks as it has been raining since yesterday
It hurts deep in the soul this delay

(Brother of the cattle he feels at this moment
And his destiny also goes on this crossing
Like the troop in this rough road
Always soaked with horizons

The troop moves slowly mooing dazed
Maybe sensing that its end is the slaughterhouse
And the saddened drover realizes

The ox is an animal but has a soul under the hide
The ox is an animal but has a soul under the hide
The ox is an animal but has a soul under the hide

The ox is an animal but has a soul under the hide