This song had a big impact, not only in Ruben Blades' career but also in the way it
revolutionized salsa music and the way it contributed to a greater acceptance of this rhythm.
There was also a movie made with mostly mexican actors, called "The Son of Pedro Navaja."
I've never seen it, but going by the actors and the plot description, I believe it is one of those
typically crude and violent movies that deal with passion, murder and violence!
Pedro Navaja was originally released by Ruben Blades, a contemporary
salsa singer and musician from Panamá. The song topped all records a song
of its style ever achieved, turning it into one of the most representative
themes of Latin American music. It's a very descriptive and colorful theme.

PEDRO NAVAJA
PEDRO NAVAJA (JACK KNIFE)

La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ¡ay dios!

Oye, Chayanne, tú eres borícua?

Sí, sí. Yo soy borícua.

Bueno, pero entonces canta como
borícua. Pónle clave.

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 el cual de ellas lleva el puñal.

Usa un sobrero de ala ancha de medio la'o. Y zapatillas pa'si hay problemas salir vola'o

Lentes oscuros pa'que no sepan que 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 que es policía

Pedro Navaja, las manos siempre
dentro del 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 to'a la avenida.

Cuando de pronto esa mujer sale del saguán y Pedro Navaja aprieta un puño dentro del gabán

Mira pa'un lado mira pa'el 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 que comer

Mientras camina del viejo abrigo saca un revólver esa mujer iba a guardarlo en su cartera pa'que no estorbe. Un treinta y ocho smith and wesson 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 to' a la avenida "guiso fácil" mientras reía el puñal le hundía sin compasión. Cuando de pronto sonó un disparo como una cañón

Y Pedro Navaja cayó en la acera mientras veía, a esa mujer. Que revólver en mano y de muerte herida a él le decía Yo que pensaba hoy no es mi día, estoy salá' Pero Pedro Navaja tu estás peor no estás en ná'

Y créanme gente que aunque hubo ruido nadie salió. No hubo curiosos, no hubo preguntas, nadie lloró.

Sólo un borracho con los dos muertos se tropezó. Cogió el revólver, el puñal, los pesos y se marchó.

Y tropezando se fue cantando desafina'o el coro que aquí les traje y da el mensaje mi canción.

La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ¡ay dios!

La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ¡ay dios!

Pedro Navaja ladrón de esquina. Quien a hierro mata a hierro termina

La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ¡ay dios!

Maleante pescador pa'el anzuelo que tiraste. En vez de una sardina un tiburón enganchaste

I like to live in America

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 decia mi abuelita el que dé último
rie se rie mejor

I like to live in America

La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ¡ay dios!

Cuando lo manda el destino no lo cambia ni el mas bravo. Si naciste pa'martillo del cielo te caen los clavos

La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ¡ay dios!

En barrio de guapo cuidado en la acera, Cuidao cámara que el que 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

En la ciudad de Nueva York, dos personas fueron encontradas muertas. Esta madrugada, los cuerpos sin vida de
Pedro Navaja y.......

Ruben Blades

Life gives you many surprises. Many surprises does life give you.

Listen, Chayanne. Are you a borícua?

Yes, yes, I am a borícua.

Well then, sing like a borícua. Give it key.

Around the corner in the old neighborhood,
I saw him go by. With that certain strut good looking men put into their step when walking.

Both hands always inside the pockets of
his overcoat, so no one will know which
pocket holds the knife.

He uses a wide-rimmed hat, worn low on the side, and wears pumps in case there are
problems, get away fast.

Dark glasses, so no one will know which
way he's looking. A gold tooth that glitters
when he smiles.

About three blocks from that corner, a
woman is walking down the entire sidewalk
for the fifth time. She steps to the side, into the dark, and takes a drink to try to forget it's a
slow day and there are no customers to work.

A car drives by slowly down the avenue. It's
not marked but everyone knows is the police.

Pedro Navaja, his hands inside his overcoat,
looks and smiles, and the tooth glitters again.

While he walks, he scans the avenue,
corner to corner. Not one soul is to be seen.
The entire avenue is deserted.

Suddenly, the woman comes out from the
dark and Pedro Navaja makes a fist inside
his overcoat.

He looks one way and then the other, and
he doesn't see anybody. Rapidly, but without making any noise, he crosses the street.

In the meantime, on the other sidewalk,
goes that woman, cursing because she
didn't make any money with which to eat.

While she walks, from the old coat, she
brings out a revolver. She was going to put it away in her wallet so it wouldn't be in the
way. It's a 38 Smith and Wesson Special that she carries with her to keep her from harm.

Pedro Navaja, dagger in hand, pounced
on her. The gold tooth illuminating the
entire avenue. Easy prey, he laughed. The
dagger sinking without compassion. When
suddenly, a shot sounded, as loud as a cannon.

Pedro Navaja fell on the sidewalk while looking into her face. She, fatally wounded, the
revolver still in her hand, would tell him, "And here I thought today wasn't my day. I'm not in good luck. But, Pedro Navaja, you're in worse shape, you aren't in any."

And, believe me people, that although there was noise, no one came out. No curious faces, no questions, no screams, no one crying.

Only a drunkard who stumbled over two bodies. He picked up the revolver, the knife, some money, and left.

And staggering he went on singing, out of tune, the chorus that I bring you here, that gives the message of this song:

Life gives you many surprises. Many susprises
does life give you, Oh Lord!

Life gives you many surprises. Many surprises does life give you.

Pedro Navaja, killer from the streets, he
who lives by the sword, dies by the sword.

Life gives you many surprises. Many
surprises does life give you!

Crooked fisherman, with the lure that
you used, instead of sardines, a shark
you hooked.

I like to live in America...

Life gives you many surprises. Many
surprises does life give you.

Eight millions stories has the city of
New York.

Life gives you many surprises. Many
susprises does life give you, Oh Lord.

Like my grandmother used to say,
he who laughs last, laughs longest.

I like to live in America...

Life gives you many surprises. Many
surprises does life give you.

What destiny mandates, not even the
angriest can change. If you were born to
be a hammer, from the sky the nails fall.

Life gives you many surprises. Many
susprises does life give you.

In the neighborhood of the handsome,
be careful with the sidewalk, that the one
that doesn't run, flies.

Life gives you many surprises. Many
surprises does life give you.

Like in one of Kafka's novels, the
drunkard disappeared around the corner.

In New York City, two people were found
dead. Early this morning, the lifeless
bodies of Pedro Navaja and........