Frete

I know every inch of this ground
Just show me the direction
How many comings and goings, my God, how many turns
Traveling is necessary, it's necessary
With the cargo on my back
I'm doing freight cutting through the road

I know all the accents
Of this people all the landscapes
Of this land all the cities
Of women all the desires
I know my freedoms
Because life doesn't charge me the freight

Wherever I went, I left longing
Dust is my vitamin
I never mixed woman with bolt
But I don't deny them my tight spots
Things of destiny and my way
I'm a road brother and I think it's great

I know all the accents
Of this people all the landscapes
Of this land all the cities
Of women all the desires
I know my freedoms
Because life doesn't charge me the freight

But when I remember home
The woman and the children waiting
I feel the bite of homesickness
And the memory grabs and defiles me
My strong man's instinct
And that's when the road helps me

I know all the accents
Of this people all the landscapes
Of this land all the cities
Of women all the desires
I know my freedoms
Because life doesn't charge me the freight