Pedro Navaja (part. Willie Colon)
Por la esquina del viejo barrio lo vi pasar
Con el tumbao' que tienen los guapos al caminar
Las manos siempre en los bolsillos de su gabán
Pa' que no sepan en cuál de ellas lleva el puñal
Usa un sombrero de ala ancha de medio lao'
Y zapatillas por si hay problemas salir volao'
Lentes oscuros pa' que no sepan qué está mirando
Y un diente de oro que cuando ríe se ve brillando
Como a tres cuadras de aquella esquina una mujer
Va recorriendo la acera entera por quinta vez
Y en un zaguán entra y se da un trago para olvidar
Que el día está flojo y no hay clientes pa' trabajar
Un carro pasa muy despacito por la avenida
No tiene marcas, pero to' saben ques' policía uhm
Pedro Navaja las manos siempre dentro el gabán
Mira y sonríe y el diente de oro vuelve a brillar
Mientras camina pasa la vista de esquina a esquina
No se ve un alma está desierta toa' la avenida
Cuando de pronto esa mujer sale del zaguán
Y Pedro Navaja aprieta un puño dentro 'el gabán
Mira pa' un lado mira pa'l otro y no ve a nadie
Y a la carrera, pero sin ruido cruza la calle
Y mientras tanto en la otra acera va esa mujer
Refunfuñando pues no hizo pesos con qué comer
Mientras camina del viejo abrigo saca un revolver, esa mujer
Y va a guardarlo en su cartera pa' que no estorbe
Un treinta y ocho smith and wilson del especial
Que carga encima pa' que la libre de todo mal
Y Pedro Navaja puñal en mano le fue pa' encima
El diente de oro iba alumbrando toa' la avenida, ¡hizo fácil!
Mientras reía el puñal le hundía sin compasión
Cuando de pronto sonó un disparo como un cañón
Y Pedro Navaja cayó en la acera mientras veía, a esa mujer
Que revolver en mano y de muerte herida a el le decía
Yo que pensaba: Hoy no es mi día, estoy salá
Pero Pedro Navaja tu estás peor, no estás en na'
Y créanme gente que aunque hubo ruido nadie salió
No hubo curiosos, no hubo preguntas nadie lloró
Solo un borracho con los dos cuerpos se tropezó
Cogió el revólver, el puñal, los pesos y se marchó
Y tropezando se fue cantando desafínao'
El coro que aquí les traje y da el mensaje de mi canción
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios
Pedro navajas matón de esquina
Quien a hierro mata, a hierro termina
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios
Valiente pescador, al anzuelo que tiraste
En vez de una sardina, un tiburón enganchaste
I like to live in América
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios
Ocho millones de historias tiene la ciudad de Nueva York
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida, ay Dios
Como decía mi abuelita, el que de último ríe, se ríe mejor
La, la, la la, la, la la, la, la, la la, la, la la
I like to live in América
La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida, ay Dios
Cuando lo manda el destino, no lo cambia ni el más bravo
Si nacístes pa' martillo, del cielo te caen los clavos
La vida te da sorpresas sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios
En barrio de guapos, cuidao en la acera
Cuidao' cámara que el no corre, vuela
La vida te da sorpresas sorpresas te da la vida, ay Dios
Como en una novela de Kafka, el borracho dobló por el callejón
La vida te da
Pedro Navaja (part. Willie Colon)
I saw him pass by the corner of the old neighborhood
With the sway that handsome men have when they walk
His hands always in the pockets of his coat
So they don't know which one of them has the dagger
Wear a wide-brimmed, half-slanted hat
And sneakers in case there are problems, get out of here fast
Dark glasses so they don't know what you're looking at
And a gold tooth that shines when he laughs
About three blocks from that corner a woman
He walks along the entire sidewalk for the fifth time
And he enters a hall and takes a drink to forget
That the day is slow and there are no clients to work with
A car passes very slowly along the avenue
It has no marks, but everyone knows that it's a police force, uhm
Pedro Navaja, hands always inside his coat
Look and smile and the gold tooth shines again
As you walk, your gaze moves from corner to corner
Not a soul is seen, the entire avenue is deserted
When suddenly that woman comes out of the hall
And Pedro Navaja clenches a fist inside his coat
Look to one side, look to the other and don't see anyone
And running, but quietly, he crosses the street
And meanwhile on the other sidewalk goes that woman
Grumbling because he didn't have any money to eat
As she walks, she takes out a revolver from the old coat, that woman
And he's going to put it in his wallet so it doesn't get in the way
A thirty-eight Smith and Wilson special
What does he carry on his shoulders 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 him without compassion
When suddenly a shot like a cannon sounded
And Pedro Navaja fell on the sidewalk while he saw that woman
That revolver in hand and mortally wounded he told him
I was thinking: Today is not my day, I'm tired
But Pedro Navaja, you are worse, you are nowhere
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 the two bodies stumbled
He took the revolver, the dagger, the pesos and left
And stumbling he went away 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
Pedro Navajas, corner bully
He who kills with the sword, ends with the sword
Life gives you surprises, surprises life gives you, oh God
Brave fisherman, to the hook you threw
Instead of a sardine, you hooked a shark
I like to live in America
Life gives you surprises, surprises life gives you, oh God
New York City has eight million stories
Life gives you surprises, surprises life gives you, 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
I like to live in America
Life gives you surprises, surprises life gives you, oh God
When destiny commands it, not even the bravest can change it
If you were born to be a hammer, the nails will fall from the sky
Life gives you surprises, surprises, life gives you, oh God
In a neighborhood of handsome people, be careful on the sidewalk
Watch out camera, he doesn't run, he flies
Life gives you surprises, surprises, life gives you, oh God
As in a Kafka novel, the drunk turned down the alley
Life gives you
Escrita por: R. Blades