Translation of the song lyrics Bala Perdida - luis miguel del amargue

Bala Perdida (original)

Me quede esperando
En una mañana
A que mi hermanito regresara a casa
Pero no volvio
Dios lo que paso
Una vala perdida a el lo mato
Y quien disparo
Nunca aparecio
Y una foto de mi hermano a mi me dejo
Y ahora me muero cuando veo una foto de mi hermano
Y quien disparo quizas no tenga su arma en la mano
Una persona normal no hace tanto daño
Debe de ser un delincuente o quizas un borracho.(x2)
Como sabe que la vida vale tanto
Pero disparar su arma para el
Es un juguete de plastico…
Luis miguel del amargue
Eee…
Aaa…
Eee…
Eee…
Quisiera llorar
Pero ya no tengo lagrimas
El que disparo, se llevo mi alma
Me quede esperando
Aquella mañana
Y lo que llego a mi casa fue una noticia mala
Y ahora me muero cuando veo una foto de mi hermano
Y quien disparo quizas no tenga su arma en la mano
Una persona normal no hace tanto daño
Debe de ser un delincuente o quizas un borracho
Que se llevo lo que yo mas queria
Y ahora mi amdresufre noche y dia
El corazon lo tengo muy destrozado
Una bala perdida a matado a mi hermano
Y ahora me muero cuando veo una foto de mi hermano
Y quien disparo quizas no tenga su arma en la mano
Una persona normal no hace tanto daño
Debe de ser un delincuente o quizas un borracho
Como sabe que la vida vale tanto
Pero disparar su arma para el
Es un juguete de plastico…
Es un juguete de plastico…
No es un juguete de plastico

Bala Perdida (translation)

I kept waiting
In a morning
For my little brother to come home
But he didn't come back
God what happened
A lost value killed him
and who shot
Never appeared
And a photo of my brother he left me
And now I die when I see a picture of my brother
And whoever shoots may not have his gun in his hand
A normal person doesn't do that much damage
He must be a delinquent or maybe a drunk.(x2)
As he knows that life is worth so much
But shoot your gun for the
It's a plastic toy...
luis miguel del bitter
Eee...
aaah…
Eee...
Eee...
I would like to cry
But I no longer have tears
The one who shot, took my soul
I kept waiting
That morning
And what came to my house was bad news
And now I die when I see a picture of my brother
And whoever shoots may not have his gun in his hand
A normal person doesn't do that much damage
He must be a criminal or maybe a drunk
That he took what I wanted most
And now my mother suffers night and day
I have a very broken heart
A stray bullet killed my brother
And now I die when I see a picture of my brother
And whoever shoots may not have his gun in his hand
A normal person doesn't do that much damage
He must be a criminal or maybe a drunk
How do you know that life is worth so much?
But shoot your gun for the
It's a plastic toy...
It's a plastic toy...
It is not a plastic toy