Can you see that silent brown skinned man
The one holding a guitar?
He has killed someone, he has killed someone
In a Friday night
Defending his lover
The policemen are searching for him,
But at Mangueira there aren't any informers
I'm with him, his name is Zé da Conceição
The other man shot first, no one betrayed anyone
When the Moon was rising, the drumming stopped
There was a dead body on the floor
And no one knows anything about it