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Take 2, ok
One-two, one two three
On the corner of the old neighborhood I saw him pass by
With the tumbao' that the handsome have when walking
Hands always in the pockets of your coat
So they don't know in which of them he carries the dagger
Wear a wide-brimmed, half-sided hat
And sneakers in case there are problems fly out
Dark glasses so they don't know what you're looking at
And a gold tooth that when he laughs is seen shining
About three blocks from that corner a woman
He goes along the entire sidewalk for the fifth time
And in a hallway enters and gives a touch to forget
That the day is loose and there are no clients to work with
A car passes slowly along the avenue
It has no marks but to' know that' police
Pedro razor his hands always inside the gabán
Look and smile and the gold tooth shines again
As you walk you pass the view from corner to corner
You can't see a soul is deserted all the avenue
When suddenly a woman comes out of a hallway
And Pedro Navaja clenches a fist inside the coat
He looks to one side he looks at the other and sees no one
And on the run but without noise crosses the street
And meanwhile on the other sidewalk goes that woman
Grumbling because he didn't make weights with which to eat
As he walks from the old coat he pulls out a revolver, that woman
He was going to keep it in his wallet so it wouldn't get in the way.
A thirty-eight smith wesson special
That carries over so that the free from all evil
And Peter knife dagger in hand went over him
The gold tooth was shining
All avenue, easy stew
While laughing the dagger sank without compassion
When suddenly a gunshot rang out like a cannon
And Pedro Navaja fell on the sidewalk while he saw, the woman
That revolver in hand and of wounded death there told her
I thought today is not my day I am salt
But pedro razor you are worse, you are not in na
And believe me people that although there was noise nobody came out
There were no prying eyes, no questions and no one spoke.
Only a drunk with the two dead stumbled upon
He took the revolver, took the weights and left
And stumbling he went singing out of tune'
The chorus that I brought here and gives the message of my song
Life gives you surprises, surprises gives you life ay god
Life gives you surprises, surprises gives you life, oh god
Pedró razor, salty luck and bocon
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you life ay god
And I never forget what the drunkard sang for me.
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you life ay god
Peter razor, salty luck
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you life ay god
And a siren singing
That tragedy back in New York
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you life, oh god
Ay Hispanic neighborhood
Neighborhood of brave lord
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you life, oh god
A Cafquian novel, at alley level
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you life, oh god
Lara-lala lara-ra tan tan ra, lara-lala
Montuno, one two, and one two three
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you life, oh god
Ehh-lere-le, lere-le-le
And the neighborhood canto
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you life, oh god
Pedro razor, in the wax callus
I shut up my corduroy
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you the vi, roll back
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