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 that they don't know Which of them is carrying the dagger
Wear a wide-brimmed half-length hat
And sneakers in case there are problems, go out flying'
Dark glasses so you don't know what you are 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 he enters 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 to shine
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 hallway
br/>And Pedro Navaja clenches a fist inside his coat
He looks one way, he looks the other and sees no one
And he runs but without noise crosses the street
And meanwhile on the other sidewalk goes that woman
Grumbling because she didn't make money to eat
As she walks from the old coat she takes out a revolver, that woman
She was going to keep it in her purse so that it wouldn't get in the way
A thirty-eight esmithanhueson of the special
That she carries with her so that it frees her from all evil
And Pedro Navaja puà The dagger in his hand went over him
The gold tooth was lighting up
The entire avenue, it became easy for him
While he was laughing, the dagger plunged into him without compassion
When suddenly a shot rang out like a cannon
And Pedro Navaja fell on the sidewalk while he saw that woman
That revolver in his hand and wounded death there I told him
I thought 'today is not my day, I'm sick'
But Pedro Navaja, you are worse, you are not in anything
And Believe me, people, although there was noise, no one came out
There were no onlookers, there were no questions, no one cried
Only a drunk with the two bodies tripped
He grabbed the revolver, the fist ±al, the pesos and he left
And stumbling he went singing out of tune'
The choir that I brought you here and gives the message of my song
Life gives you surprises< br/>Life gives you surprises, oh god
Pedró knives, corner bully
He who kills with iron, ends with iron
Life gives you surprises
Surprises you give life to God
Brave fisherman, to the hook you threw
Instead of a sardine, you hooked a shark
Life gives you surprises
Life gives you surprises, oh god
As my grandmother used to say
He who laughs last, laughs best

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