La Bala
Ana Tijoux
The Bullet
The gun stared at him fixedly below
Its shiny chrome cloak of poison
A sudden shot
Penetrated every particle of the air then fell
The first drop spilled already on the temple (x3)
On the temple
Death looked at him defiantly
With blood between his teeth
And a reigning darkness
The bullet suspended fixed in the meantime
Danced a murder spinning on itself
Life went out of sight with its trail
While a young man suffers before the desire to conquer the ground
On his knees, his kiss slowly changes from red to ice
Paper angels have been lost in Babel
Who will return this skin
The mother begs the colonel
Death is a funeral carousel
Funereal in its sway
A cruel final judgment
The angel begs the colonel
His gaze frozen by the sudden pulsating sound that cost him
A man collapsed, bleeding out, breathless, life paled, failed him
The first drop spilled already on the temple (x3)
On the temple
That lifeless body was his son, Maria stunned
Her face deformed, turned into a scream
Only a buzzing remained, meaning (killer)
The time of death marked by a goodbye kiss
From the mother lost in grief, made it rain in the sky
Tears from the desert, even death stayed silent out of respect
Paper angels have been lost in Babel
Who will return this skin
The mother begs the colonel
Death is a funeral carousel
Funereal in its sway
A cruel final judgment
The angel begs the colonel
Gunshots sound,
Deaths bring
Powders burn
Prakapampam (x4)
