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Adelmario Coelho

A Morte do Boi de Carro - AcústicoThe Death of the Ox-Cart Ox - Acoustic

Adelmario Coelho · Revirando as Gavetas, Vol. 1 (20 Anos) [Acústico] Rummaging Through the Drawers, Vol. 1 (20 Years) [Acoustic] (2014)

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Composer: Adelmario Coelho

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todo mundo tem direito

a uma aposentadoria

o meu dono me criou

trabalhando noite e dia

hoje estou velho e cansado

agora sou desprezado

por ele e toda família


me prederam no curral

sem nada ter para comer

sou um boi velho e cansado

nem água tem para beber


depois de trabalhar tanto

estou jogado no canto

de mim ninguém quer saber


estão vendendo meu corpo

para levar para o matadouro

escutei essa conversa

da boca de um comprador

eles não tem sentimento

esse éo pagamento

de quem tanto trabalhou


eu novo fui boi de carro

já cortei terra em arado

ajudei a meu patrao

a ver seu filho formado

o meu dono me vendeu

só para ver o sangue meu

no matadouro derramado


quem escuta minha história

vai chorar como eu chorei

ao saber que vou ser morto

por quem tanto eu ajudei

depois fazer churrasco

bem em cima do meu rastro

nas terras em que trabalhei

Translation

everyone has the right

to a retirement

my owner raised me

working night and day

today I am old and tired

now I am despised

by him and the whole family


they locked me in the corral

with nothing to eat

I am an old and tired ox

there isn't even water to drink


after working so much

I am thrown in a corner

nobody cares about me


they are selling my body

to take to the slaughterhouse

I heard this conversation

from the mouth of a buyer

they have no feelings

this is the payment

for one who worked so much


when I was young I was a cart ox

I already plowed land

I helped my boss

to see his son educated

my owner sold me

just to see my blood

spilled in the slaughterhouse


whoever hears my story

will cry as I cried

upon knowing I will be killed

by those I helped so much

then they will make barbecue

right on top of my tracks

on the lands where I worked

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