Velho Candieiro
Milionário e José Rico
Old Lamp
Go, go, go ox
Head down, slow steps on the road
Go, go, go ox
Down the road he pulls the cart
I remember and I miss it
From that time that was
I remember my old father
Playing the ox cart
Go, go, go ox
Head down, slow steps on the road
Go, go, go ox
Down the road he pulls the cart
I only have one longing left
In my imagination
A car singing far away
On the way up the ravine
I only have one longing left
In my imagination
A car singing far away
On the way up the ravine
Go, go, go ox
Head down, slow steps on the road
Go, go, go ox
Down the road he pulls the cart
My hair is white
It has already marked many Januarys
They are the remains of longing
From the times of the lamp
Go, go, go ox
Head down, slow steps on the road
Go, go, go ox
Down the road he pulls the cart
