Текст и перевод песни Jonas Sanche - Diviso Balas Perdidas

Diviso Balas Perdidas

Ábreme paso men
Traigo un hombre herido de bala, sangra
Tengo toda mi ropa manchada,
Intentaba decirme palabra pero se quedaba en nada
Agonizando solo puedo decir Yolanda
Vaya a saber usted doctor quien era
Yo solo encontré su cuerpo tirado
En la acera después de escuchar una ráfaga de balacera

Gente corriendo arrancando fuerte pa' to' laos verá
Mostraba su carnet de identidad su apellido Sanchez
Su nombre David 23 años de edad
Otro de carga familiar en la billetera ooh
Que triste que otro de tus hijo se entera
Otra madre soltera a la cual la vida le da bienvenida a este mundo de maldad, espera aqui tengo su celular esta el numero de su celular el cual no me atrevio llamar

Porque es otra vida mas
Perdida en la puta avenida de su casa, maaa
Otra victima mas en la avenida de su casa man

Ábreme paso men
Traigo un hombre herido de bala, sangra
Tengo toda mi ropa manchada,
Intentaba decirme palabra pero se quedaba en nada
Agonizando solo puedo decir Yolanda solo decia Yolanda
Y se escuchaba el rapapam rapapam...

Siento las balas en mi cuerpo ni hablar
Y yo no reacciono preguntándome el porque me dispararon por la espalda acaso no sabrán que la duda se salan*
Y no te va a salvar o que te vay a ocultar
El diablo te va a salir a buscar con nombre de que hay otro funeral

Son balas perdidas en la avenida

Cuanta gente hay fuera (cuanta gente hay fuera)
Queriéndote ver muerto (quieren verte muerto)
Sin saber que hay familia...
Quieren verte muerto muerto eeeeh quieren verte caer...

Divided Lost Bullets

Make way for me, baby
I've got a man here who's been shot, bleeding
My clothes are all stained,
He's trying to tell me something, but it's all nonsense
Lying there dying, he can only say Yolanda
Who knows who the hell that is, Doc?
I just found his body lying on the ground
On the sidewalk after hearing a flurry of gunfire

People are running, scrambling everywhere, you can see it
He showed me his ID card, his last name is Sanchez
His name is David, 23 years old
Another dependent in his wallet, oh dear
How sad that another one of your sons will find out
Another single mother whose life is welcomed to this world of evil, wait, I have his cell phone, his cell phone number, I don't dare call it

Because it's another life
Lost on the goddamn street from his home, maaa
Another victim on the street from his house, man

Make way for me, baby
I've got a man here who's been shot, bleeding
My clothes are all stained,
He's trying to tell me something, but it's all nonsense
Lying there dying, he can only say Yolanda, all he said was Yolanda
And you could hear the rat-a-tat, rat-a-tat...

I can't feel the bullets in my body, not now
And I'm not reacting, wondering why they shot me in the back, don't they know that doubt soothes you?
And it's not going to save you or hide you either
The devil's gonna come looking for you with news of another funeral

They're lost bullets on the avenue

How many people are out there (how many people are out there)
Wanting to see you dead (want to see you dead)
Not knowing there's a family...
They want to see you dead, dead eeeh, they want to see you fall...