Senhora Santana
Socorro Lira
Lady Santana
Lady Santana around the world
Wherever she passed, she left a fountain
When the angels pass by, they drink from her water
Oh, such sweet water, oh, such a beautiful lady
I found Maria by the riverside
Washing the little cloths of her blessed child
Maria was washing, Joseph was hanging
The child was crying from the cold he felt
The sons of men in a golden cradle
And you, my child, lying on straw
Hush, my child, hush, my love
For the knife that cuts does not give without pain
