The bar at 33 closes at five
But Mario doesn't leave before six
And if he still has to close the register, no need to wait
Almost always the day breaks before he leaves
While Maria is already up
She cleaned the house, even made coffee
And waits for him half undressed

Mario arrives tired and greets without much enthusiasm
He wants bed, but in a different way
And Maria dampens her desires with coffee
Magdalenas with distorted cravings
Then she goes to work at a big warehouse
When she returns, there's only a mattress
Lonely, used by turns

Knife fight over a woman
Mortal glints lose their edge at dawn
Blood that stains the dawn violet

But today, since there was a police raid at 33
Mario returned at ten to five
Down the empty street, he only sees in the distance
A couple kissing intensely
And poor Mario wants to die
When he approaches and discovers
That it's Maria with a companion

Knife fight over a woman
Mortal glints lose their edge at dawn
Blood that stains the dawn violet

On Mario, laid face down, there were three wounds
One on his forehead, the one that hurt the most
Another on his chest, the one that killed him
And the other is a lie in the news

Two addicts in a crisis
Rob and kill Mario Postigo
While his wife witness from the doorway

Instead of a knife fight over a woman
Mortal glints lose their edge at dawn
Blood that stains the dawn violet

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Woh-oh-oh
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