La Bala [English translation]

The pistol stared steadily at him underneath

The blanket chrome shine of its poison

A sudden shot

penetrated each particle of air then he fell

The first drop already trickles down from the temple [x3]

from the temple

Death looked at him defiantly

With blood between his teeth

and the reigning darkness

The bullet meanwhile suspended still

Danced murder spinning in itself

His life let out of sight with its track

While a young man dies to the wish of conquest, floor

On his knees his kiss changes slowly from red to ice

Little paper angels have lost themselves through Babel

Who will give back this flesh

The mother begs to the coronel

Death in its carrousel

Eden in its comings and goings

A cruel final sentence

The angel begs the coronel

Bom bom bom bom

Bom bom bom bom

Bom bom bom bom

Bom bom

His stare was frozen by the sudden pulsating sound that shot him

Man fallen bled out without breath remained pale

Life has failed him

The first drop already trickles down from the temple [x3]

from the temple

That lifeless body was his son, Maria dumbfounded

Fell to the floor her face deformed transformed into a scream

Only a buzzing left that meant (Murderer!)

The hour of death marked by a kiss

from the mother's farewell lost in grief

made the sky rain tears of the desert

And even Death was silent out of respect

Little paper angels have lost themselves through Babel

Who will give back this flesh

The mother begs to the coronel

Death in its carrousel

Eden in its comings and goings

A cruel final sentence

The angel begs the coronel

Bom bom bom bom

Bom bom bom bom

Bom bom bom bom

Bom bom

Shots are heard, Deaths they take, Gunpowder burns, prakapampam [x4]

• Artist:Ana Tijoux
• Album:La Bala