La Bala
Juana Fe
The Bullet
Who shot the bullet for Victor Jara?
Nobody showed their face
Neither the one who pulled the trigger, nor the one giving the orders.
Who shot the bullet for Victor Jara?
Nobody showed their face
Neither the one who pulled the trigger, nor the one giving the orders.
They get upset when the hood appears
And the street explodes,
If they leave out all the details
And get away with shady deals.
If there are criminals in suits, there are hired bandits,
Who are sitting in power.
A question arises from the depths of the soul
Of those who wield the guitar.
Why aren't the red roosters
Saluting the sun in my warrior town?
Why do the spirits in the night
Go asking for the body that lieutenant stole?
Who shot the bullet for Victor Jara?
Nobody showed their face
Neither the one who pulled the trigger, nor the one giving the orders.
Who shot the bullet for Victor Jara?
Nobody showed their face
Neither the one who pulled the trigger, nor the one giving the orders.
Everyone is afraid to step foot on the street,
Because the special forces appear,
It's not their fault they're so animalistic,
They just follow orders from shady generals.
In democracy, Claudia fell,
Up north, Daniel died,
In the south where they steal lands,
Catrileo and Alex Lemún fell.
Bullets from wounds pierce the heart,
Because they're demanding justice in the streets.
Why aren't the red roosters
Saluting the sun in my warrior town?
Why do the spirits in the night
Cry for the body that lieutenant stole?
Who shot the bullet for Victor Jara?
Nobody showed their face
Neither the one who pulled the trigger, nor the one giving the orders.
Who shot the bullet for Victor Jara?
Nobody showed their face
Neither the one who pulled the trigger, nor the one giving the orders.
