Even the Toughest Guy Has a Bullet Waiting

Somewhere in the woods lived an old blacksmith And, as the rumors would say, That craftsman, now and then, Would cast a smart bullet... Among the great roads, among the tough guys He was a famous, dashing rake An iron hand, a reckless head And a formidable, wild glare from beneath his brows He despised death, he spat in its face And sometimes even humiliated it in public In short, he was a fierce fighter But there was one thing he still didn't know Oh, if only he knew where A grim fate awaited him But on one of those nights A bullet finally found the hero...