Caminhoneiro É Bicho Louco (O Filho do Dono)

The day is dawning, it's the end of dawn
The engine is warming up, I'm going to hit the road
My desire remaining, a kiss on my beloved
The heart carrying the heaviest load

A sip of coffee that she made with love
An Our Father with faith so as not to walk alone
Accelerating lightly I leave quietly
Our Lady is the light of my path

There I go, stuck to the asphalt
Low flying truck thinking high
Truck drivers are really crazy animals
Working hard and earning little

A friend needs help I stop
A detour saves me from the expensive toll
Potholes in the road shake the rosary
I'm going to die of longing, says the calendar

I live on the road at the mercy of luck
Friend of life, enemy of death
From east to west and from south to north
The country needs my strong arm

There I go, stuck to the asphalt
Low flying truck thinking high
Truck drivers are really crazy animals
Working hard and earning little

It's late afternoon and the sun is setting
I'll get home only God knows when
I'm asking him to keep me awake
God owns the world, I am the owner's son

There I go, stuck to the asphalt
Low flying truck thinking high
Truck drivers are really crazy animals
Working hard and earning little

There I go, stuck to the asphalt
Low flying truck thinking high
Truck drivers are really crazy animals
Working hard and earning little

Truck drivers are really crazy animals