O Carro
Non canta na chá ninguén
Por éso, meu carro canta
Canta o seu eixo tan ben
Que a señardade me espanta
Non hai canto tan fermoso
Fino coma un asubío
Anque é, as vegadas, saudoso
Faise no ar rechouchío
O meu carro é cerna dura
Sábese carballo e freixo
Qué fermosa e a sua feitura!
Qué lixereza a do eixo!
As cousas vanse aledando
Por onde meu carro pasa
Carrétame herba pro gando!
Traime a colleita pra casa!
The Car
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!