Willie Colón Pedro Navaja Lyrics English Translation
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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 swagger that tough guys have when they walk
Hands always in the pockets of his overcoat
So they don't know which one he's carrying the knife in
He wears a wide-brimmed hat tilted to the side
And sneakers in case he needs to make a quick getaway
Dark sunglasses so they don't know what he's looking at
And a gold tooth that shines when he smiles
About three blocks from that corner, a woman
Is walking up and down the whole sidewalk for the fifth time
She enters a doorway and takes a hit to forget
That it's a slow day and there are no clients to work for
A car passes slowly down the avenue
It has no markings, but everyone knows it's the police
Pedro Navaja, hands always inside his overcoat
Looks and smiles, and the gold tooth shines again
As he walks, he scans from corner to corner
Not a soul in sight, the whole avenue is deserted
When suddenly a woman comes out of a doorway
And Pedro Navaja clenches a fist inside his overcoat
He looks one way, looks the other, and doesn't see anyone
And quietly, he crosses the street in a hurry
And meanwhile, on the other side of the street, that woman
Mumbling because she didn't make enough money to eat
As she walks, she takes a revolver out of her old coat, that woman
She was going to put it in her purse so it wouldn't get in the way
A .38 Smith & Wesson special
That she carries with her to protect herself from all evil
And Pedro Navaja, knife in hand, went towards her
The gold tooth was shining
All along the avenue, an easy target
While he laughed, he stabbed without mercy
When suddenly a shot rang out like a cannon
And Pedro Navaja fell on the sidewalk while he watched, the woman
With a gun in her hand and mortally wounded, she said to him
I thought today wasn't my day, I'm unlucky
But Pedro Navaja, you're worse off, you're nothing
And believe me, people, even though there was noise, no one came out
There were no onlookers, no questions, and no one spoke
Only a drunk stumbled upon the two
He took the revolver, took the pesos and left
And stumbling he left singing out of tune '
The choir that I brought here and gives the message of my song
Life gives you surprises, surprises life gives you oh god
Life gives you surprises, surprises life gives you, oh god
Pedró Navaja, salty luck and mouth
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you life oh god
And I never ever forgot what the drunkard sang for me
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you life oh god
Pedro Navaja, salty luck
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you life oh god
And a siren sings
That tragedy there in New York
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you life, oh god
oh hispanic neighborhood
neighborhood of braves sir
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you life, oh god
A cafquiana novel, at alley level
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you life, oh god
Lara-lala lara-ra so so 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 sing
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you life, oh god
Pedro Navaja, in the wax shut up
I shut up my corduroy
Life gives you surprises
Surprises gives you the vi, roll back
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