Prisioneiro Zé
Estava preso no xadrez
Quando ouvi a notícia
Que a minha sentença
Era um ano e seis meses
Estava preso no xadrez
Quando ouvi a notícia
Que a minha sentença
Era um ano e seis meses
Mas eu chorei
Como eu chorava
Pensando naquela pretinha
Que eu tanto amava
Todo domingo ela vinha
De tarde pressa me visitar
Botava a boquinha na grade
Para me beijar
Todo domingo ela vinha
De tarde pressa me visitar
Botava a boquinha na grade
Para me beijar
Oh meu Deus
Como é doloroso
Sentar no banco dos réus
Sem ser criminoso
Oh meu Deus
Como é doloroso
Sentar no banco dos réus
Sem ser criminoso
De manhãzinha
Quando o carcereiro
Vinha me dizer
Prisioneiro Zé é você
Acorda que a navalha vem te ver
Prisoner 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