Mala Sombra

They called him Bad Shadow
For his coffin-like face
Nose cut by a scar
And a soul darker than pitch
Able with the razor
To make a wallet out of your skin
The wine tastes bitter in Chinatown
Since he escaped from Carabanche

It's better not to provoke
Bad shadow has returned to the city
Get out of his way
Don't bring flowers to your funeral

Everyone recognized him
When he showed up at the bar
He took off his hat and said:
"Waiter, pour a double
Long shot of brandy"
He looked for that dancer
Who embroidered the striptease
Eternal love swore me a winter
Haven't you seen her around here?

It's better not to provoke
Bad shadow has returned to the city
Get out of his way
Don't bring flowers to your funeral

The fourth night he found her
Arm in arm with a thug
"Hello, how are you?" and before finishing
The sentence, he began to shoot

It's better not to provoke
Bad shadow has returned to the city
Get out of his way
Don't bring flowers to your funeral

It's better not to provoke
Bad shadow has returned to the city
Get out of his way
Don't bring flowers to your funeral
Get out of his way
Get out of his way
Never tempt fate
Because Bad Shadow can come back...