I saw him pass by the corner of the old neighborhood
With the tumbao that handsome men have when they walk
His hands always in the pockets of his coat
So they don't know which one They carry the dagger
She wears a wide-brimmed half-length hat
And sneakers so there are problems to fly away
Dark glasses so you don't know what you're looking at
And a gold tooth that when you laugh is seen shining
About three blocks from that corner a woman
She is walking down the entire sidewalk for the fifth time
And in a hallway n comes in and has a drink to forget
That the day is slow and there are no clients to work
A car passes very slowly down the avenue
It has no marks but they know that It's a police
Pedro razors and the gold tooth shines again
As he walks he looks from corner to corner
You can't see a soul, the entire avenue is deserted
/>When suddenly that woman comes out of the saguáAnd Pedro Navaja clenches a fist inside his coat
He looks one way he looks the other and sees no one
And at a run but without noise he crosses the street
And meanwhile on the other sidewalk goes that woman
Grumming because she didn't make any pesos to eat
While she walks That woman took a revolver out of her old coat
She was going to keep it in her purse so it wouldn't get in the way
A thirty-eight smith and wesson from the special
Which she carries with her so that it frees her from all evil
br/>And Pedro, knife in hand, was on top of him
The gold tooth was lighting up the avenue 'easy stew'
While the fist was laughing He sank him without mercy
When suddenly a shot rang out like a cannon
And Pedro Navaja fell on the sidewalk while he saw, that woman
With a revolver in her hand and mortally wounded, she told him
I thought today is not my day, I'm sick
But Pedro Navaja, you are worse, you are not in us.
And believe me, people, even though there was noise, no one came out.
There were no onlookers, there were no questions no one cried
Only a drunk stumbled upon the two dead people
He took the revolver, the dagger, the pesos and left
And stumbling, he went singing out of tune
The choir that I brought here and gives the message my song
Life gives you surprises, life gives you surprises oh god< br/>Pedro razor, corner thief
He who kills iron with iron ends
Life gives you
Thug fisherman for the hook you threw
Instead of a sardine, a shark You got hooked
I like to live in America
Life gives you
Eight million stories have
New York City
Life gives you
As my grandmother used to say, he who laughs last laughs best
I like to live in America
Life gives you
When destiny orders it, neither does it change it braver
If you were born pamartillo, the nails will fall from the sky
Life gives you
In a handsome neighborhood, be careful on the sidewalk
Take care of your camera, he who doesn't run fly
Life gives you
Like in a Kafka novel
The drunk turned down the alley