Maramao, why did you die?
You weren’t lacking bread nor wine,
you had salad in your garden,
and you had a house.
The kitties in love with you
are still purring for you,
but your door is always closed
and you don’t answer anymore.
"Maramao, Maramao"
go the cats in chorus.
"Maramao, maramao,
maramao, mao".
Maramao, why did you die?
You weren’t lacking bread nor wine,
you had salad in your garden,
and you had a house.
When everything’s quiet
and the moon appears up in the sky,
with my sweetest and dearest "miao"
I call Maramao.
I can see all the cats
strolling on the roofs,
but they too, without you,
are sad like me.
You had salad in your garden,
and you had a house.
But your door is always closed
and you don’t answer anymore.
"Maramao, Maramao"
go the cats in chorus.
"Maramao, maramao,
maramao, mao".
Maramao, why did you die?
You weren’t lacking bread nor wine,
you had salad in your garden,
and you had a house.