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Gunshot in the Air

Afaz Natural

Disparo Al Aire

Ira bay bay bay suenan los disparos al aire
Ira bum bum bum y las calles llenas de sangre
Ira bay bay bay suenan los disparos al aire
Ira bum bum bum y las calles

Ira bay bay bay suenan los disparos al aire
Ira bum bum bum y las calles llenas de sangre

Ayer soñé que los disparos eran de sueños
Que las balas no se echaban de menos
Que mis amigos ya no estaban muertos
Que a cantar conmigo habían vuelto
Que la sangre ya no se derramaba
Por violencia la gente no se enterraba
La música era el lenguaje que se hablaba
En mis sueños los niños no maltrataban

Ira bay bay bay suenan los disparos al aire
Ira bum bum bum y las calles llenas de sangre

Pero al final me desperté
Tristemente observe que el mundo seguía al revés
La sangre seguía corriendo por las calles
Y la esperanza que sentí en un segundo se fue

Y pacam pacam en segundos se van y no volverán las vidas a brillar
Los niños lloraran
La muerte seguirá
Mientras que en el gueto soñamos con tiempos de paz

Ira bay bay bay suenan los disparos al aire
Ira bum bum bum y las calles llenas de sangre

Yo sueño con que mis sueños se hagan real
Que los gritos de guerra sean gritos de libertad
A tocar la música como arma de paz
Que las notas de un piano sean las balas de la hermandad
Las cuerdas de una guitarra sean el tic tic tac
Que en mi barrio solo de una batería salga el ram-pam-pam
Ram-pam-pam-parapam

Ira bay bay bay suenan los disparos al aire
Ira bum bum bum y las calles llenas de sangre

Gunshot in the Air

Anger bay bay bay the gunshots ring in the air
Anger bum bum bum and the streets full of blood
Anger bay bay bay the gunshots ring in the air
Anger bum bum bum and the streets

Anger bay bay bay the gunshots ring in the air
Anger bum bum bum and the streets full of blood

Yesterday I dreamt that the gunshots were from dreams
That the bullets were not missed
That my friends were no longer dead
That they had come back to sing with me
That the blood was no longer spilled
People were not buried by violence
Music was the language spoken
In my dreams, children did not mistreat

Anger bay bay bay the gunshots ring in the air
Anger bum bum bum and the streets full of blood

But in the end, I woke up
Sadly I observed that the world was still upside down
Blood kept running through the streets
And the hope I felt for a second was gone

And bam bam in seconds they go away and lives will not shine again
Children will cry
Death will continue
While in the ghetto we dream of times of peace

Anger bay bay bay the gunshots ring in the air
Anger bum bum bum and the streets full of blood

I dream that my dreams come true
That the war cries become cries of freedom
To play music as a weapon of peace
That the notes of a piano be the bullets of brotherhood
The strings of a guitar be the tick tick toc
That in my neighborhood only a drum produces the rat-a-tat-tat
Rat-a-tat-tat-paratam

Anger bay bay bay the gunshots ring in the air
Anger bum bum bum and the streets full of blood

Escrita por: Afaz Natural