Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Bala, artist - Los Tigres Del Norte. Album song Realidades, in the genre Латиноамериканская музыка
Date of issue: 15.09.2014
Record label: Los Tigres Del Norte
Song language: Spanish
La Bala(original) |
Ocho en punto y como siempre, parecía un día normal |
dos hermanos y un destino, una madre y un papa |
siete años tenia el niño, del que les vengo a cantar |
pero voy a regresarme una semana para atrás |
Mi hijo el de 18 años, se empezó a descarrilar |
su promedio era muy bajo, grosero con su mama |
serraba el cuarto con llave, dizque su privacidad |
pero de armas en mi casa, el ocultaba un arsenal |
El jueves de esa semana, le conocí un par de amigos |
portaban otro semblante, no era gente de su tipo |
cosas raras me callaba, con tal yo de ser su amigo |
y por no verlo enojado, le cumplía cualquier capricho |
Y ese día fue el final |
que el hijo más pequeño a la escuela iría a estudiar |
los carteles de la mafia cuentas iban a justar |
y con una bala perdida, me destrozaban mi hogar |
La sorpresa es fatal |
que el hijo el de 18 muy involucrado esta |
con la muerte, con las drogas, participa en la crueldad |
y en la muerte de su hermano fue el autor intelectual |
Soy otro en la suma nada más |
que es victima del diario en la corrupta sociedad |
todo sabemos de alguien que hace daño a los demás |
y sus errores yo solía solapar |
Y hoy vengo a delatar |
al matón que anda en la calle, forma parte de mi hogar |
uno menos que ande suelto al mundo le servirá |
si tu conoces un hijo igual al mío, por favor denuncia ya |
(translation) |
Eight o'clock and as always, it seemed like a normal day |
two brothers and a destiny, a mother and a father |
seven years old was the child, of whom I come to sing |
but i'm going to go back a week |
My 18-year-old son, he started to go off the rails |
his average was very low, rude to his mom |
he locked the room, supposedly his privacy |
but of weapons in my house, he hid an arsenal |
On Thursday of that week, I met a couple of friends |
they wore another countenance, they were not people of their type |
strange things he kept silent to me, as long as I was his friend |
and not to see him angry, he fulfilled any whim |
And that day was the end |
that the youngest son would go to school to study |
the accounts mafia cartels were going to adjust |
and with a stray bullet, they destroyed my home |
surprise is fatal |
that the 18-year-old son is very involved |
with death, with drugs, he participates in cruelty |
and in his brother's death he was the mastermind |
I am another in the sum nothing more |
that he is a victim of the newspaper in the corrupt society |
we all know of someone who hurts others |
and his mistakes I used to overlap |
And today I come to reveal |
to the thug that walks in the street, he is part of my home |
one less that is loose to the world will serve |
If you know a son just like mine, please report it now |