Calle 13 — La Bala song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "La Bala" by Calle 13.
Lyrics
El martillo impacta la aguja
la explosion de la polvora con fuerza empuja
movimiento de rotacion y traslacion
sale la bala arrojada fuera del cañon
con un objetivo directo
la bala pasea segura y firme durante su trayecto
hiriendo de muerte al viento
mas rapida que el tiempo
defendiendo cualkier argumento
no le importa si su destino es violento
va trankila la bala no tiene sentimientos
como un secreto que no kieres escuchar
la bala va diciendolo todo sin hablar
sin levantar sospechas asegura su matanza
x eso tiene llena de plomo su panza
para llegar a su presa no necesita ojos y mas cuando el camino se lo traza un infrarojo
la bala nunk se da por vencida
sino mata hoy por lo menos deja una herida
luego de su salida no habra detenida obedece a su patrono una vez en su vida
CORO:
Hay poco dinero. pero hay muchas balas
Hay poca comida. pero hay muhca balas
hay poca gente buena por eso hay muchas balas
cuidao q ahi viene una PLO PLO PLO (x2)
Se escucha un disparo
agarra confianza
el sonido la persigue pero no la alcanza
la bala saca sus colmillos de acero y sin pedir permiso entra por el cuero
muerde los tejidos con rabia y arranca el pecho a las arterias para causar
hemorragia
vuela la sangre batida de fresa salsa bolgnesa sirope de fambruesa
una cascada de arte contemporaneo color rojo vivo sale por el craneo
CORO:
Hay poco dinero. pero hay muchas balas
Hay poca comida. pero hay muhca balas
hay poca gente buena por eso hay muchas balas
cuidao q ahi viene una PLO PLO PLO (x2)
Seria inaccesible el que alguien te mate
Si cada bala costara lo que cuesta un yate
tendrias que ahorrar todo tu salario
para ser un mercenario habria que ser millonrio
pero no es asi.
se mata por montones
las balas son igual de baratas que los condones
hay pok educacion hay muchos cartuchos
cuando se lee poco se dispara mucho
hay kienes asesinan y no dan la cara
el ricos da la orden y el pobre la dipara
no se necesitan balas para probar un punto
es logico no se puede hablar con un difunto
el dialogo destruye cualkier situacion macabra
antes de usar balas disparo con palabras
CORO:
Hay poco dinero. pero hay muchas balas
Hay poca comida. pero hay muhca balas
hay poca gente buena por eso hay muchas balas
cuidao q ahi viene una PLO PLO PLO (x2)
Lyrics translation
Hammer hits needle
the explosion of dust with force pushes
rotation and translation movement
comes the bullet thrown out of the cannon
with a direct target
the bullet walks safely and firmly on its way
killing the wind
faster than time
defending any argument
he doesn't care if his fate is violent
go trankila the bullet has no feelings
like a secret you won't hear
the bullet says it all without speaking
without raising suspicion ensures their killing
x that's got lead all over his belly
to reach its prey it does not need eyes and more when the path is traced an infrared
the nunk bullet gives up
if not kill today at least leaves a wound
after his departure he will not have stopped obeying his patron once in his life
CHOIR:
There's little money. but there are many bullets
There is little food. but there are muhca bullets
there are few good people so there are many bullets
cuidao q there comes a PLO PLO PLO (x2)
A shot is heard
grab confidence
the sound pursues her but does not reach her
the bullet pulls out its steel fangs and without asking permission enters the leather
it bites the tissues with rage and plucks the chest into the arteries to cause
bleeding
fly the blood whipped strawberry bolgnesa sauce syrup of fambruesa
a waterfall of bright red contemporary art rises through the skull
CHOIR:
There's little money. but there are many bullets
There is little food. but there are muhca bullets
there are few good people so there are many bullets
cuidao q there comes a PLO PLO PLO (x2)
It would be inaccessible for someone to kill you
If every bullet cost what a yacht costs
you'd have to save all your salary
to be a mercenary would have to be a millionaire
but it's not like that.
it kills by lots
bullets are as cheap as condoms.
there are pok education there are many cartridges
when you read a little you shoot a lot
there kienes murder and do not give face
the rich give order, and the poor give order.
no bullets are needed to test a point
it makes sense you can't talk to a deceased
dialogue destroys any macabre situation
before using bullets I shoot with words
CHOIR:
There's little money. but there are many bullets
There is little food. but there are muhca bullets
there are few good people so there are many bullets
cuidao q there comes a PLO PLO PLO (x2)