Prisioneiro Zé

I was locked up in the chess
When I heard the news
That my sentence
Was one year and six months

I was locked up in the chess
When I heard the news
That my sentence
Was one year and six months

But I cried
How I cried
Thinking about that little dark-skinned girl
That I loved so much

Every Sunday she would come
In the afternoon in a hurry to visit me
She would put her little mouth on the bars
To kiss me

Every Sunday she would come
In the afternoon in a hurry to visit me
She would put her little mouth on the bars
To kiss me

Oh my God
How painful it is
To sit in the defendant's seat
Without being a criminal

Oh my God
How painful it is
To sit in the defendant's seat
Without being a criminal

In the early morning
When the jailer
Came to tell me
Prisoner Zé, it's you
Wake up, the razor is coming to see you