Benito is hanging out with Fernando
He's already eighteen and super brave
With a long comb he's moving around
And there's no being that makes him see that death is near
Fernando is the one who holds the steering wheel in the neighborhood
His merchandise sells like hot bread
And tonight they're going to where the guys from the opposite alley are
To settle a couple of outstanding accounts
Dark windows, dark conscience, dark night
Benito suddenly points at the traitor
Clear orders, and to make all accounts clear
They stab the traitor twice in the forehead

And the blood was raining, raining, raining
And peace was clearing, clearing, clearing
And the blood was raining, raining, raining
And peace was clearing, clearing, clearing
It's Can, it's Can, it's Can, it's Can

Fernando says to Benito: "I love you, buddy"
And like a gentleman, he gives him money and they go to the ghetto to
Celebrate that there's no competition in the square
But it happens that a threat of revenge arrived at his house
"My God, take care of Benito", says the mother
Every time she notices on the clock it's late
"Venezuela is on fire, my friend"
The grandparents say when they hear about blood
Hooded jacket, 10:05 p.M
Left in the pocket, on the right ring and cigarette
The silence is heard, Benito moves, observes the simple day
He doesn't suspect the wink of fate
"Here I am the gang, and in this neighborhood only the gang rules!"
Thought Benito before seeing the trap
And in a single second he remembered his whole life
When he saw that they throw lead at him from a car
Dark vision, dark blood, dark night
Jumping roofs, fleeing from death
His clear jacket, clearly stained
Sweat running all over his forehead

And the bullets were raining, raining, raining
And peace was clearing, clearing, clearing
And the bullets were raining, raining, raining
And peace was clearing, clearing, clearing
It's Can, it's Can, it's Can, it's Can

Benito is hanging out alone
He's already twenty-three and his mind is dry coconut
The typical protagonist of neighborhood stories
With only one difference
That makes him different from Pedro Navaja
That used to be different from Montana
Benito is going to finish the song without going down
His outcome will not be death
But on a dark date, he receives dark news
Urgent phone call
And clearly hears an agitated voice
From Fernando, saying the following:
"They arrived without a hood at 8:00 p.M
Your mother in the shower hears them knocking down the door as they can
She tried to escape, everything happened very briefly
The neighbors say they gave her like twenty-nine"

And tears were raining, raining, raining
And peace was clearing, clearing, clearing
And tears were raining, raining, raining
And peace was clearing, clearing, clearing
It's Can, it's Can, it's Can

This is just one more story of what's happening in my Latin neighborhoods
Respect does not deserve the bad one, but the one who achieves happiness
That one is the biggest thug

Benito is hanging out alone
And although he's not alive, no one killed him
He's nothing more than a lone ghost among the neighborhood paths
Benito is nothing more than a living dead
Think well if you want to join the gang, brother
In case you later feel like leaving
Don't have to decide for your options to choose
Which ones? Which ones are they? Die or suffer
Pedro Navaja was taken by death
Juanito Alimaña is not free
And he who kills by iron goes by iron, keep it in mind
That's why I bet on happiness

Yeah, all we need is love, neither less nor more

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