On the corner of the old neighborhood I saw him go by
always with his hands in the pockets of his overcoat
Wearing a wide-brimmed half side hat
dark glasses so you don't know that he's looking at
A woman was three blocks away from that corner
and she comes in a hallway and take a drink to forget
A car passes very slowly in the avenue
Pedro Navaja with his hands always within the overcoat,
While walking he looks from the corner to corner,
when suddenly this woman leaves the hallway,
He looks at both sides and doesn't see anyone,
and meanwhile in the other sidewalk is that woman,
While walking she takes out from her old coat a revolver, that woman,
a thirty-eight Smith and Wesson's special
And Pedro Navaja with the knife in hand, approaches her
while laughing he sinks the knife without compassion,
And Pedro Navaja fell on the sidewalk while looked at that woman,
"I thought 'today is not my day I'm unlucky,
And believe me although there were noise, none came out,
Only a drunk find out the two bodies,
And tripping, he left singing out of tune'
The chorus that bring to you here and takes the message of my song.
"Life gives you surprises, life gives you surprises" my God
Pedro Navajas bully corner, "He who lives by the sword, dies by the sword"
Thug fisherman, you cast a bad (fishing) line