Pedro Navaja (feat. Willie Colon)

On the corner of the old neighborhood I saw him pass
With the tumbao' that the handsome ones have when they walk
His hands always in his coat pockets
So that they don't know which of them carries the dagger

Wear a wide-brimmed half-length hat
And sneakers in case there are problems, get out on the fly
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
He walks down the entire sidewalk for the fifth time

And in a hallway he enters and takes 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 everyone knows what the police are, uhm
Pedro Navaja, his hands always inside his coat

Look and smile and the gold tooth shines again
As you walk you look from corner to corner
Not a soul is seen, the entire avenue is deserted
When suddenly that woman comes out of the hallway
And Pedro Navaja clenches a fist inside his coat

He looks one way he looks the other and doesn't see anyone
And on the run, but without noise, he crosses the street
And meanwhile on the other sidewalk goes that woman
Grumbling because he didn't make money to eat

While walking from the old coat, she takes out a revolver, that woman
And he's going to keep it in his wallet so it doesn't get in the way.
A thirty-eight smith and wilson special
What's on her to free her from all evil?

And Pedro Navaja, dagger in hand, went after him
The gold tooth was lighting up the entire avenue, it was easy!
While he laughed, the dagger plunged into him without mercy.
When suddenly a shot sounded like a cannon
And Pedro Navaja fell on the sidewalk while he saw that woman
That revolver in hand and mortally wounded he 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, even though there was noise, no one came out.
There were no curious people, there were no questions, no one cried.
Only a drunk with both bodies stumbled
He took the revolver, the dagger, the pesos and left
And stumbling he went singing deafínao'
The choir that I brought you here and gives the message of my song

Life gives you surprises, life gives you surprises oh God
Pedro Navajas corner bully
He who kills with iron, ends with iron

Life gives you surprises, life gives you surprises oh God
Brave fisherman, the hook you threw
Instead of a sardine, you hooked a shark

I like too live in America
Life gives you surprises, life gives you surprises oh God
New York City has eight million stories
Life gives you surprises, life gives you surprises, oh God
As my grandmother used to say, he who laughs last laughs best.
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la
I like to live in America
Life gives you surprises, life gives you surprises, oh God
When destiny orders it, not even the bravest changes it.
If you were born for a hammer, the nails will fall from the sky
Life gives you surprises life gives you surprises oh God
In the handsome neighborhood, be careful on the sidewalk
Take care of the camera, he doesn't run, he flies
Life gives you surprises, life gives you surprises, oh God
As in a Kafka novel, the drunk turned down the alley
The life give you