They were two inseparable friends
Fighting for life and bread
Carrying a dream from city to city
To be the owners of their truck
With a lot of struggle and sacrifice

To pay the installment on time
The dream was finally realized
The employee becomes the boss

Their trips were endless
From fatigue, dust, and ground
And one of the friends, a newlywed
Was going to be the father of the first son
With joy they came down the road

Can't wait to arrive
And the trucker said to his friend
"I'm going to give you my son to baptize"

But the cruel and treacherous fate
Marked the hour and the place
The fine rain and the wet track
With a trailer they collided
But as everyone has their fate
One death did not take
And agonizing in the arms of his friend he said
"Go meet my son because I won't"

On that curve by the roadside
A cross next to the pine tree
Marks forever where it was reaped
The life and dream of a trucker
With the death of the companion
The longing will come
Those good old times
Will never come back

But the cruel and treacherous fate
Marked the hour and the place
The fine rain and the wet track
With a trailer they collided
But as everyone has their fate
One death did not take
And agonizing in the arms of his friend he said
"Go meet my son because I won't"

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