Lyrics
Verse 1)
Rolling down the road through Vila Pouca’s lanes,
Big truck hauling heavy, can’t contain the strain.
Heading down the bend, the brakes start to scream,
Weight shifts hard, like it’s all a bad dream.
Driver sees the curve, but it’s way too late,
The rig flips over, sealed by fate.
Metal meets pavement, echo in the air,
“Varou, varou, virou,” like a dare, like a prayer.
(Chorus)
Varou, varou, virou, the truck hit the ground,
In Vila Pouca de Aguiar, the sirens sound.
Wheels up to the sky, cargo all around,
Varou, varou, virou, in this little town.
(Verse 2)
Crowd gathers quick, whispers in the air,
They say it was bound to happen, they were aware.
Truck was pushing limits, speed too high,
And now it’s laid out under the open sky.
Tires still spinning, but the journey’s done,
From the north to the south, thought he’d won.
But Vila Pouca held him, wouldn’t let go,
Now he’s caught up in the tale of “varou, varou, virou.”
(Chorus)
Varou, varou, virou, the truck hit the ground,
In Vila Pouca de Aguiar, the sirens sound.
Wheels up to the sky, cargo all around,
Varou, varou, virou, in this little town.
(Bridge)
Engine roaring, dreams get crushed,
In a flash, life’s plans get hushed.
Echoes of steel, the story unfolds,
In Vila Pouca, that tale is told.
(Verse 3)
Now they say the road remembers every tread,
And Vila Pouca still echoes what was said.
“Varou, varou, virou,” it’s the beat of the town,
Where one big rig came crashing down.
So take it slow, don’t test your luck,
‘Cause Vila Pouca don’t play when you push a truck.
Respect the road, feel the flow,
Or you might end up like “varou, varou, virou.”
(Chorus)
Varou, varou, virou, the truck hit the ground,
In Vila Pouca de Aguiar, the sirens sound.
Wheels up to the sky, cargo all around,
Varou, varou, virou, in this little town.
(Outro)
Rolling through the streets, the story’s alive,
In Vila Pouca, memories survive.
It’s the lesson learned, the caution shown,
“Varou, varou, virou” – a tale of its own.
One road, one tale, Vila Pouca’s song lives on.