Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song La Bala , by - Ana Tijoux. Release date: 21.04.2014
Song language: Spanish
La Bala(original) |
| La pistola lo miraba fijamente bajo |
| El manto brillo cromo de su veneno |
| Un disparo repentino |
| Penetró cada partícula del aire luego se cayó |
| Se derramó la primera gota ya por la cien (x3) |
| Por la cien |
| La muerte lo miró de forma desafiante |
| Con la sangre entre los dientes |
| Y una oscuridad reinante |
| La bala entre tanto suspendida fija |
| Bailaba una asesinato girando sobre sí misma |
| Se perdió de vista la vida con su pista |
| Mientras un joven padece ante el deseo de conquista suelo |
| De rodilla su beso cambia lentamente del rojo al hielo |
| Angelitos de papel se han perdido por babel |
| Quien devolverá esta piel |
| La madre le suplica al coronel |
| La muerte es un carrusel |
| Fúnebre en su vaivén |
| Un juicio fina cruel |
| El ángel le suplica al coronel |
| Su mirada quedo congelada por el súbito sonido pulsante que lo valió |
| Hombre desplomado desangrado sin aliento quedo pálida la vida le falló |
| Se derramó la primera gota ya por la cien (x3) |
| Por la cien |
| Aquel cuerpo sin vida era su hijo maría estupefacta |
| Cayó al piso su rostro deformado se convirtió en un grito |
| Quedo solo un zumbido que significa (asesino) |
| La hora del deceso marcaba por un beso del adiós |
| De la madre perdida en desconsuelo hizo llover al cielo |
| Lágrimas del desierto y hasta la muerte se quedo callada por respeto |
| Angelitos de papel se han perdido por babel |
| Quien devolverá esta piel |
| La madre le suplica al coronel |
| La muerte es un carrusel |
| Fúnebre en su vaivén |
| Un juicio fina cruel |
| El ángel le suplica al coronel |
| Tiros suenan, |
| Muertes llevan |
| Polvos queman |
| Prakapampam (x4) |
| (translation) |
| The gun stared at him low |
| The chrome shimmering cloak of its poison |
| a sudden shot |
| He penetrated every particle of the air then he fell |
| The first drop was spilled already for the hundred (x3) |
| for the hundred |
| Death looked at him defiantly |
| With the blood between the teeth |
| And a reigning darkness |
| The bullet meanwhile suspended fixed |
| She danced a murder spinning |
| He lost sight of life with his track |
| While a young man suffers before the desire to conquer soil |
| On her knees her kiss of his slowly changes from red to ice |
| Little paper angels have been lost by babel |
| Who will return this skin |
| The mother pleads with the colonel |
| death is a carousel |
| Funeral in its swing |
| A cruel fine judgment |
| The angel pleads with the colonel |
| Her gaze on him was frozen by the sudden pulsing sound that was worth it. |
| Collapsed man bled out of breath turned pale life failed him |
| The first drop was spilled already for the hundred (x3) |
| for the hundred |
| That lifeless body was his son, Maria stupefied |
| He fell to the ground his deformed face became a scream |
| I'm left with just a buzz that means (assassin) |
| The time of death was marked by a goodbye kiss |
| From the mother lost in grief she made the sky rain |
| Tears of the desert and until death she remained silent out of respect |
| Little paper angels have been lost by babel |
| Who will return this skin |
| The mother pleads with the colonel |
| death is a carousel |
| Funeral in its swing |
| A cruel fine judgment |
| The angel pleads with the colonel |
| shots sound, |
| deaths carry |
| powders burn |
| Prakapampam (x4) |