Paroles et traduction Emmanuel - Pedro Navaja

Pedro Navaja

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 rie 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 toos' saben ques' policia 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 apreta un puño dentro 'el gabán
Mira pa' un lado mira pal' 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
Iba a guardarlo en su cartera pa' que no estorbe
Un trenta y ocho esmithanhueson 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, se le hizo facil
Mientras reia el puñal le hundía sin compasión
Cuando de pronto sonó un disparo como un canon
Y Pedro Navaja cayó en la acera mientras veía, a esa mujer
Que revolver en mano y de muerte herida ahí le decía
Yo que pensaba 'hoy no es mi día estoy salá'
Pero Pedro Navaja tu estas peor, no estas en na
Y creanme gente que aunque hubo ruido nadien salió
No hubo curiosos, no hubo preguntas nadie lloró
Sólo un borracho con los dos cuerpos se tropezo
Cojio el revolver, el puñal, los pesos y se marchó
Y tropezando se fue cantando desafinao'
El coro que aqui les traje y da el mensaje de mi cancion
La vida te da sorpresas
Sorpresas te da la vida ay dios
Pedró 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
La vida te da sorpresas
Sorpresas te da la vida, ay dios
Como decía mi abuelita
El que último rie, se rie mejor

Pedro Navaja

I saw him pass by the corner of the old neighborhood
With the swagger that only the guapos have when they walk
His hands always in the pockets of his coat
So that no one knows which one of them is carrying the knife
He wears a wide-brimmed hat on one side
And sneakers so he can get out of there fast if there's trouble
Dark glasses 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
Walks the entire sidewalk for the fifth time
And she goes into a stairwell and takes a drink to forget
That the day is slow and there are no customers to work for
A car drives by very slowly down the avenue
It has no markings, but everyone knows it's the police, uhm
Pedro Navaja, his hands always in his coat
He looks and smiles, and his gold tooth shines again
As he walks, he scans from corner to corner
Not a soul in sight, the entire avenue is deserted
When suddenly that woman comes out of the stairwell
And Pedro Navaja clenches a fist inside his coat
He looks to one side, looks to the other, and sees no one
And at a run, but without making a sound, he crosses the street
Meanwhile, on the other sidewalk, that woman
Is grumbling because she didn't make enough money to eat
As she walks, she pulls 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 thirty-eight Smith and Wesson special
That she carries with her to protect her from all evil
And Pedro Navaja, knife in hand, went after her
His gold tooth lit up
The whole avenue, it was easy for him
As he laughed, he plunged the knife into her without mercy
When suddenly a shot rang out like a cannon
And Pedro Navaja fell to the sidewalk as he watched, that woman
With a gun in her hand and mortally wounded, she said to him
I was thinking 'today is not my day, I'm jinxed'
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, no one cried
Only a drunk stumbled across the two bodies
He took the revolver, the knife, the pesos, and left
And stumbling, he went away singing out of tune
The chorus that I bring you here and gives the message of my song
Life gives you surprises
Surprises life gives you, oh God
Pedro Navaja, a street killer
Who lives by the sword, dies by the sword
Life gives you surprises
Surprises life gives you, oh God
Valiant fisherman, the hook you threw out
Instead of a sardine, you hooked a shark
Life gives you surprises
Surprises life gives you, oh God
As my grandmother used to say
He who laughs last, laughs best