A Catacumba
Num lugar distante
Numa rua tão deserta
Tinha um cemitério antigo
E uma catacumba aberta
Num lugar distante
Numa rua tão deserta
Tinha um cemitério antigo
E uma catacumba aberta
Dentro da cova
Tinha pano de caixão
Tinha osso de defunto
Cravejado um coração
Raspa de vela
Sete novelos de linha
Tinha cadeado velho
Tinha sangue de galinha
Dentro da cova
Tinha um vulto ajoelhado
Era Maria Padilha
Trabalhando pro diabo
Vem serrar madeira!
Vem serrar madeira!
Maria Padilha, vem serrar madeira!
Ô Vem serrar madeira!
Ô Vem serrar madeira!
Maria Padilha, vem serrar madeira!
Num lugar distante
Numa rua tão deserta
Tinha um cemitério antigo
E uma catacumba aberta
Num lugar distante
Numa rua tão deserta
Tinha um cemitério antigo
E uma catacumba aberta
Dentro da cova
Tinha pano de caixão
Tinha osso de defunto
Cravejado um coração
Raspa de vela
Sete novelos de linha
Tinha cadeado velho
Tinha sangue de galinha
Dentro da cova
Tinha um vulto ajoelhado
Era Maria Padilha
Trabalhando pro diabo
Vem serrar madeira!
Vem serrar madeira!
Maria Padilha, vem serrar madeira!
Ô Vem serrar madeira!
Ô Vem serrar madeira!
Maria Padilha, vem serrar madeira!
The Catacomb
In a distant place
On a street so deserted
There was an old cemetery
And an open catacomb
In a distant place
On a street so deserted
There was an old cemetery
And an open catacomb
Inside the grave
There was a shroud
There were bones of the dead
With a heart carved in
Candle scraps
Seven spools of thread
There was an old padlock
There was chicken blood
Inside the grave
There was a figure kneeling
It was Maria Padilha
Working for the devil
Come saw some wood!
Come saw some wood!
Maria Padilha, come saw some wood!
Oh, come saw some wood!
Oh, come saw some wood!
Maria Padilha, come saw some wood!
In a distant place
On a street so deserted
There was an old cemetery
And an open catacomb
In a distant place
On a street so deserted
There was an old cemetery
And an open catacomb
Inside the grave
There was a shroud
There were bones of the dead
With a heart carved in
Candle scraps
Seven spools of thread
There was an old padlock
There was chicken blood
Inside the grave
There was a figure kneeling
It was Maria Padilha
Working for the devil
Come saw some wood!
Come saw some wood!
Maria Padilha, come saw some wood!
Oh, come saw some wood!
Oh, come saw some wood!
Maria Padilha, come saw some wood!