Balas
Xoel López
Bullets
Because I can travel
In one leap to the stars
And keep them as if they were blackberries along the way
I can go back at the speed of light
To every corner of the times lived
And the poets' darts rain down
The pianists start to shoot
And in the midst of the smoke, a brutal verse emerges
He doesn't need anyone
To come and save him
Nothing will make him change his mind
He has all those bullets
With which he could kill you
Lucky that he's in a good mood today
Because I can walk through streets of bones
Ride the poison of an ancient liquor
Return to the sweaty bed of first love
And the poets' darts rain down
The pianists start to shoot
And in the midst of the smoke, a brutal verse emerges
He doesn't need anyone
To come and save him
Nothing will make him change his mind
He has all those bullets
With which he could kill you
Lucky that he's in a good mood today
Because I can go back
To the dusty claws
To the dried-up sources
The thirsty scales
To the abandoned garden of dead leaves
To the snowy rails of the pending sunset
And to those who shout in the inkwell
Dreaming from the roots of the earth
And the poets' darts rain down
The pianists start to shoot
And in the midst of the smoke, a brutal verse emerges
He doesn't need anyone
To come and save him
Nothing will make him change his mind
He has all those bullets
With which he could kill you
Lucky that he's in a good mood today
He believes that time puts
Everyone in their place
Who hasn't paid will have to pay
He has all those bullets
With which he could kill you
Lucky that he has decided to show mercy
