Paroles et traduction Calle 13 - La Bala

La Bala

El martillo impacta la aguja
La explosión de la polvora con fuerza empuja
Movimiento de rotación y traslación
Sale la bala arrojada fuera del cañon
Con un objetivo directo
La bala pasea segura y firme durante su trayecto
Hiriendo de muerte al viento
Más rápida que el tiempo
Defendiendo cualquier argumento
No le importa si su destino es violento
Va tranquila la bala no tiene sentimientos
Como un secreto que no quieres escuchar
La bala va diciendolo todo sin hablar
Sin levantar sospechas asegura su matanza
Por eso tiene llena de plomo su panza
Para llegar a su presa no necesita ojos
Y más cuando el camino se lo traza un infrarojo
La bala nunca se da por vencida
Si no mata hoy por lo menos deja una herida
Luego de su salida
No habra detenida obedece a su patrón solo una vez en su vida

Hay poco dinero, pero hay muchas balas
Hay poca comida, pero hay muhca balas
Hay poca gente buena por eso hay muchas balas
Cuidao que ahí viene una PLO PLO PLO

Hay poco dinero pero hay muchas balas

Hay poca comida pero hay muchas balas
Hay poca gente buena por eso hay muchas balas
Cuidao que hay viene una pra pra pra pra Se escucha un disparo

Agarra confianza
El sonido la persigue pero no la alcanza

La bala saca sus colmillos de acero y
Sin pedir permiso entra por el cuero
Muerde los tejidos con rabia y arranca el pecho a las arterias para causar hemorragia
Vuela la sangre batida de fresa salsa boloñesa sirope de frambuesa
Una cascada de arte contemporáneo color rojo vivo sale por el craneo
Hay poco dinero, pero hay muchas balas
Hay poca comida, pero hay muhca balas

Hay poca gente buena por eso hay muchas balas
Cuidao que ahí viene una PLO PLO PLO
Hay poco dinero pero hay muchas balas

Hay poca comida pero hay muchas balas

Hay poca gente buena por eso hay muchas balas cuidao que hay viene una pra pra pra pra Sería inaccesible el que alguien te mate
Si cada bala costará lo que cuesta un yate
Tendrías que ahorrar todo tu salario
Para ser un mercenario habria que ser millonario

Pero no es así.
Se mata por montones
Las balas son igual de baratas que los condones
Hay poca educación hay muchos cartuchos
Cuando se lee poco se dispara mucho
Hay quienes asesinan y no dan la cara
El rico da la orden y el pobre la dispara
No se necesitan balas para probar un punto
Es lógico no se puede hablar con un difunto
El diálogo destruye cualquier situación macabra
Antes de usar balas disparo con palabras
Hay poco dinero, pero hay muchas balas
Hay poca comida, pero hay muhca balas
Hay poca gente buena por eso hay muchas balas
Cuidao que ahi viene una PLO PLO PLO PLO
Hay poco dinero, pero hay muchas balas
Hay poca comida, pero hay muhca balas
Hay poca gente buena por eso hay muchas balas
Cuidao que ahi viene una PLO PLO PLO PLO
Hay poco dinero
Hay poca comida
Hay poca gente buena por eso hay muchas balas
Cuidao que ahí viene una PLO PLO PLO
Hay poco dinero
Hay poca comida
Hay poca gente buena por eso hay muchas balas
Cuidao que ahí viene una PLO PLO PLO

The Bullet

The hammer strikes the needle
The gunpowder explosion forcefully pushes
Rotational and translational movement
The bullet emerges, hurled from the barrel
With a direct objective
The bullet travels confidently and firmly along its path
Mortally wounding the wind
Faster than time
Defending any argument
It doesn't care if its destiny is violent
The bullet goes calmly, it has no feelings
Like a secret you don't want to hear
The bullet says it all without speaking
Without raising suspicions, it ensures its kill
That's why its belly is full of lead
To reach its prey, it needs no eyes
Especially when its path is traced by infrared
The bullet never gives up
If it doesn't kill today, it at least leaves a wound
After its departure
There will be no stopping it, it obeys its master only once in its life

There's little money, but there are many bullets
There's little food, but there are many bullets
There are few good people, that's why there are many bullets
Watch out, here comes one PLO PLO PLO

There's little money but there are many bullets

There's little food but there are many bullets
There are few good people, that's why there are many bullets
Watch out, here comes one pra pra pra pra A shot is heard

It gains confidence
The sound chases it but can't catch it

The bullet bares its steel fangs and
Without asking permission, it enters through the skin
It bites the tissues with rage and rips the chest from the arteries to cause hemorrhage
Blood flies, whipped strawberry, Bolognese sauce, raspberry syrup
A cascade of contemporary art, bright red, comes out of the skull
There's little money, but there are many bullets
There's little food, but there are many bullets

There are few good people, that's why there are many bullets
Watch out, here comes one PLO PLO PLO
There's little money but there are many bullets

There's little food but there are many bullets

There are few good people, that's why there are many bullets, watch out, here comes one pra pra pra pra It would be inaccessible for someone to kill you
If each bullet cost as much as a yacht
You would have to save your entire salary
To be a mercenary, you would have to be a millionaire

But that's not the case.
People kill in droves
Bullets are as cheap as condoms
There's little education, there are many cartridges
When you read little, you shoot a lot
There are those who kill and don't show their faces
The rich give the order and the poor pull the trigger
You don't need bullets to prove a point
It's logical, you can't talk to a dead person
Dialogue destroys any macabre situation
Before using bullets, I shoot with words
There's little money, but there are many bullets
There's little food, but there are many bullets
There are few good people, that's why there are many bullets
Watch out, here comes one PLO PLO PLO PLO
There's little money, but there are many bullets
There's little food, but there are many bullets
There are few good people, that's why there are many bullets
Watch out, here comes one PLO PLO PLO PLO
There's little money
There's little food
There are few good people, that's why there are many bullets
Watch out, here comes one PLO PLO PLO
There's little money
There's little food
There are few good people, that's why there are many bullets
Watch out, here comes one PLO PLO PLO