Pistola

I am the nervous system that makes you forget the arm
When it smells like lead after shooting bullets
Nausea, insomnia, delirium and some cases
Where you doubt if you hurt him or if the clown took it

Weapons are stupid in the hands of a dangerous one
Just as dangerous they are in the hands of an idiot
They come back like karma and can send you to the pit
But if you're already alarmed they can save your skin

It's not to show off, if you take it out it's to use it
Not to get attached, did you use it? It's to throw it
The things you do with your gun are never told
And those who sing them surely invent them

They can hear me, but they can't see me
They can feel me, but it's always too late
To live or die, to have or not have me
And once shot, they can't stop me

If I were a gun
A high-caliber weapon
As if I were a bullet
Flying freely through the air

As if I were a gun
Of high caliber
Just like a bullet
Flying freely through the air

Life is only one
There's a bullet and a gun
And voices I hear when I'm alone
Demons that control me saying: Shoot

That life is only one
I have a bullet and a gun
And voices I hear when I'm alone
Demons that control me saying: Shoot

Suppose I am karma
A weapon, the caliber you want
And I come back to you to charge you for your shit
Betrayal is not paid with betrayal, but give me a reason

Not to send you to shoot up the house
Heart, I do have a heart
I'll give you my reason
It's collection, I don't like revenge

I am what you sowed when you were here being a show-off
Take all your harvest but in lead corn cobs
How? Weren't you the singer of gunshots?
We live from beatings, have you never looked for trouble?

Listen to me because I'm a tough 3.80
And already past twelve, goodnight, Cinderella
A .40 with bullets and magazines
Or the chrome 3.57 with silencers
That once the hammer hits me the ideas
I fly to your corner to ruin your party

Life is only one
There's a bullet and a gun
And voices I hear when I'm alone
Demons that control me saying: Shoot

That life is only one
I have a bullet and a gun
And voices I hear when I'm alone
Demons that control me saying: Shoot

If I were a bullet
I'd be one of those that can't be controlled
The burnt ones that already have a tail
And fly alone without pulling the trigger

Crazy, surely I would have exploded and flown straight to a chola
Or maybe I would have already gotten into her and fallen in love with a gun
With golden grips, smoking more than a damn Marlboro
Knows how to protect the life of the guy who carries it in the holster, it's the damn treasure

I want one to hit to knock down the bull
And another to do the double in the choruses
And a tough one who knows and reasons that I'm tough and that I don't fall in love

Life is only one
If you don't shoot, they'll shoot you
You either die bravely or get killed cowardly

Dude, things are heating up and this rice is already cooked
Today they'll meet the dog you never knew
Your shot already went off, today you're just a shell
I warned you, old man, it wouldn't always be a kid
If they kill me, bury me in my father's grave
And if they catch me, lock me up with my clique in Puente Grande

Life is only one
There's a bullet and a gun
And there are voices I hear when I'm alone
Demons that control me saying: Shoot

That life is only one
I have a bullet and a gun
And voices I hear when I'm alone
Demons that control me saying: Shoot