English:
Owls, barn owls, toads and witches.
Evil demons and devils, spirits of the snowy plains.
Crows, salamanders and sorceresses, the spells of the quack doctors. Rotten, hole-ridden canes, worm holes and lairs of vermin.
Fire of the souls in torment, the evil eye, black spells, the smell of the dead, thunder and lightning.
Dog's bark, portents of death; satyr's snout and rabbits foot.
The sinful tongue of the harridan wife of an old man.
Hell of Satan and Beelzebub, the fire of burning corpses, the mutilated bodies of the wretched, farts from hellish arses, the roar of the raging sea.
Barren womb of the single mother, the miaowing of cats on heat, mangy and filthy hair of the ill-begotten goat.
With this ladle I will raise the flames of this hell-like fire, and the witches will flee on their broomsticks, to bathe on the fat-pebbled beach.
Hear, hear! The howls of those who burn in the augardente and thereby purify themselves. And when this brew runs down our throats, we will be free of all the sins of our soul and of all witchcraft.
Forces of air, earth, sea and fire, I make this call to you: if it be true that you have more power then man, here and now, make the spirits of the friends who have departed share this queimada with us.
English: Owls, barn owls, toads and witches. Evil demons and devils, spirits of the snowy plains. Crows, salamanders and sorceresses, the spells of the quack doctors. Rotten, hole-ridden canes, worm holes and lairs of vermin. Fire of the souls in torment, the evil eye, black spells, the smell of the dead, thunder and lightning. Dog's bark, portents of death; satyr's snout and rabbits foot. The sinful tongue of the harridan wife of an old man. Hell of Satan and Beelzebub, the fire of burning corpses, the mutilated bodies of the wretched, farts from hellish arses, the roar of the raging sea. Barren womb of the single mother, the miaowing of cats on heat, mangy and filthy hair of the ill-begotten goat. With this ladle I will raise the flames of this hell-like fire, and the witches will flee on their broomsticks, to bathe on the fat-pebbled beach. Hear, hear! The howls of those who burn in the augardente and thereby purify themselves. And when this brew runs down our throats, we will be free of all the sins of our soul and of all witchcraft. Forces of air, earth, sea and fire, I make this call to you: if it be true that you have more power then man, here and now, make the spirits of the friends who have departed share this queimada with us.