Carro de Boi

My old ox cart, slowly rotting away
In the rain, alone and serene, here despised
Today no one remembers that you opened paths
Creating new roads, forming villages and settlements

My old ox cart, you worked so many years
Leading progress in the transportation of the backlands
Today you're just an old relic, decaying in the open
In the museum of oblivion, in the conscience of the boss

My old ox cart, your bitter song
In the gross weight of the load, your creaking yoke
My old ox cart, how many things you depict
The road and the green forest, and the time of my love

My old ox cart, it's the end of the fulfilled road
Pulling the load of life, the heaviest baggage
And embracing the oxen, calling out their names
The carter was fading away, reaching the end of the journey