Bar 33 closes at five
But Mario doesn’t get out until six
And if he’s cashing up, forget it
It's nearly always daylight
Meanwhile María is already up and about
She’s tidied the house, she’s even made coffee
And she’s waiting for him only half dressed
Mario comes back tired and greets her unenthusiastically
He wants to go to bed for another reason
And María dips her desires in her coffee
Magdalenes of convex sex
Then off to work in a department store
When she gets back, there’s nothing more
Than a silent bed frame that they use in turns
Cross of knives for a woman
Deadly sparkles rise at dawn
Blood staining the sunrise in mauve
But today there's been a raid at Bar 33
Mario comes back at ten to five
Along his empty street, in the distance
He sees a couple passionately kissing
And poor Mario wants to die
When he gets closer and discovers
That it’s María with someone else
Three crosses on Mario, who’s flat on his face
One on the forehead, the one that hurt most
One in the chest, the one that killed him
And another is a lie on the news
Two drug addicts in withdrawal
Rob and kill Mario Postigo
While his wife looks on from the doorstep
Instead of a cross of knives for a woman
Deadly sparkles rise at dawn
Blood staining the sunrise in mauve