At five the bar at 33 shuts
But Mario doesn't leave until six
And if on top of that he has to balance the till, say goodbye
Almost always daybreak catches him
While María has already stood up
She has done the house, she's even made coffee
And waits for him half naked
Mario arrives tired and greets without much zeal
He wants bed but a different variety
And María wets her desire in the coffee
Madeleines of convex sex
Then off to work in a big department store
When she comes back there's nothing but a box spring
Taciturn that one uses in shifts
Cross of switchblades for a woman
Deadly gleams break at dawn
Bloods that stain the sunrise mauve
But today, since there's been a raid at the 33
Mario comes back at ten to five
Along his empty street, in the distance you only see
Some lovers devouring each other with kisses
Poor Mario wants to die
When he gets closer to discover
That it's María with company
Cross of switchblades for a woman
Deadly gleams break at dawn
Bloods that stain the sunrise mauve
Over Mario face-down, three crosses
One on the forehead, the one that hurt most
Another on the chest, the one that killed him
And another lies in the newscast
Two drug addicts in full anxiety
Rob and kill Mario Postigo
While his wife is witness from the doorway
Instead of a cross of switchblades for a woman
Deadly gleams break at dawn
Bloods that stain the sunrise mauve