O Carro

No one sings in the tea
That's why my car sings
It sings its axis so well
That the truth amazes me
There is no song so beautiful
Fine as a whistle
Although it is, sometimes, nostalgic
It makes a creak in the air
My car is hard flesh
It knows oak and ash
How beautiful is its making!
How light is the axis!
Things are getting closer
Wherever my car goes
Bring me grass for the cattle!
Bring me the harvest home!