Carro de Boi
Ronaldo Viola e João Carvalho
Ox Cart
Looking at an ox cart
I made the comparison
I compared my life
To an old cart
My lament is the same
The groan of a wheel
That goes through the world
Crying in ingratitude
Ox cart
That carried heavy load
My chest also carries
Longing for my beloved
Longing for my beloved!
Longing for my beloved!
The wheels of the old cart
Left marks on the ground
In 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 turns
On the road of loneliness
Ox cart
That carried heavy load
My chest also carries
Longing for my beloved
Longing for my beloved!
Longing for my beloved!
But this ox cart
Can no longer work
Old and broken wood
Is not fit to carry
I also feel
My strength fading
Time is the driver
And soon will retire me
Ox cart
That carried heavy load
My chest also carries
Longing for my beloved
Longing for my beloved!
Longing for my beloved!
Longing for my beloved!
Longing for my beloved!
