Pomba Gira Maria Mulambo e Seu Tranca Rua
O povo queria
Matar uma mulher
O padre não concordou e a rezou com muita fé
Ele era pecador
E na fogueira morreu junto
Foi parar lá no inferno
Aquele casal de defunto
Ela se juntou as cinzas e gargalhou a luz da Lua
A mulher virou mulambo e o padre seu tranca rua
Foi condenada pela lei da inquisição
Para ser queimada viva sexta-feira da paixão
O padre rezava e o povo acompanhava
Quanto mais o fogo ardia
Ela dava gargalhada
Pomba Gira Maria Mulambo and Her Tranca Rua
The people wanted
To kill a woman
The priest disagreed and prayed for her with all his might
He was a sinner
And in the fire, he died too
He ended up down in hell
That couple of corpses
She joined the ashes and laughed under the moonlight
The woman became a rag and the priest her street blocker
She was condemned by the inquisition's law
To be burned alive on Good Friday
The priest prayed and the crowd followed
The more the fire blazed
She just laughed out loud