Ana Tijoux "La Bala" lyrics

La Bala

La pistola lo miraba fijamente bajoEl manto brillo cromo de su venenoUn disparo repentinoPenetro cada partícula del aire luego se cayoSe derramo la primera gota ya por la cien [x3]Por la cien

La muerte lo miro de forma desafianteCon la sangre entre los dientesY una oscuridad reinanteLa bala entre tanto suspendida fijaBailaba una asesinato girando sobre si mismaSe perdió de vista la vida con su pistaMientras un joven padece ante el deseo de conquista sueloDe rodilla su beso cambia lentamente del rojo al hielo

Angelitos de papel se han perdido por babelQuien devolverá esta pielLa madre le suplica al coronelLa muerte es un carruselFue un edén en su va y venUn juicio final cruelEl ángel le suplica al coronel

Bum, bum, bum, bum,Bum, bum, bum, bumBum, bum, bum, bumBumBum

Su mirada quedo congelada por el súbito sonido pulsante que lo baleoHombre desplomado desangrado sin aliento quedo pálidoLa vida le fallo

Se derramo la primera gota ya por la cien [x3]Por la cien

Aquel cuerpo sin vida era su hijo maría estupefactaCayo al piso su rostro deformado se convirtió en un gritoQuedo solo un zumbido que significa (asesino)La hora del deses marcaba por un besoDel adiós de la madre perdida en desconsueloHizo llover al cielo lagrimas del desiertoY hasta la muerte se quedo callada por respeto

Angelitos de papel se han perdido por babelQuien devolverá esta pielLa madre le suplica al coronelLa muerte es un carruselFue un edén en su va y venUn juicio final cruelEl ángel le suplica al coronel

Bum, bum, bum, bumBum, bum, bum, bumBum, bum, bum, bumBum, bum, bum, bum

Tiros suenan, muertes llevan polvos queman prakapampam [x4]

The Bullet

The pistol stared at him carefully underneaththe mantle, it's chrome bright as its venomA sudden shotPenetrated each particle of the air before it fell

The first drop began to shed by the hundreds [x3]By the hundreds

Death stared at him in a challenging wayWith blood in between its teethAnd a reigning darknessThe bullet between everything suspended clearlyAn assassin spinning around itselfIt lost it's sight of life with its trackWhile a young man suffers from the desire to conquest the groundOn his knee, his kiss changes slowly from red to ice

Little paper angels have lost themselves amidst chaos"Who will return all this skin?"The mother pleads to the colonelDeath is a carouselIt was like a paradise in its to and froA cruel, final judgementThe angel pleads to the colonel

Bum, bum, bum, bum,Bum, bum, bum, bumBum, bum, bum, bumBumBum

His look remained frozen by the sudden, pulsing sound that shot himA collapsed, bleeding man without a cure remained pallidLife had failed him

The first drop began to shed by the hundreds [x3]By the hundreds

That body without life, it was Maria's son, petrifiedShe fell to the ground, her deformed face became a screamAll that was left was a buzz that meant (assassin)The hour he was lost was marked by a goodbye kiss from his mother, lost in discomfortIt made the sky rain tears of the desertAnd until her death, she remained silent out of respect

Little paper angels have lost themselves amongst chaos"Who will return all this skin?"The mother pleads to the colonelDeath is a carouselIt was like a paradise in its to and froA cruel, final judgementThe angel pleads to the colonel

Bum, bum, bum, bumBum, bum, bum, bumBum, bum, bum, bumBum, bum, bum, bum

Shots sound, deaths rise, gunpowder burns, prakapampam [x4]