Bala Perdida
No es que no te quiera si ya no te sigo besando.
La cruz no pesa lo que cala
Son los filos, cariño santo
Cariño santo, yo no te dejo
Ni aunque me griten, ni aunque me griten
Que ya me estás, que ya me estás
Que ya me estás acabando.
Las balas perdidas pegaron siempre en mi pecho.
Pero tus besos me inyectaron
Nueva vida, bala perdida
Bala perdida bien haya el mauser
Que te ha tronado, que te ha tronado
Para acabar, para acabar
Para acabar con mi vida.
Cuatro despedidas las tengo para tí escritas.
Y ahí te las dejo pa' que llores
Cuando te diga bala perdida
Bala perdida y a mano estamos
Y aquí murió, y aquí murió
Y adiós, adiós, y adiós, adiós
Que tengas suerte en tu vida.
Stray Bullet
It's not that I don't love you if I'm not kissing you anymore.
The cross doesn't weigh as much as it hurts
It's the edges, my dear
My dear, I won't leave you
Even if they shout at me, even if they shout at me
That you're already mine, that you're already mine
That you're already destroying me.
Stray bullets have always hit my chest.
But your kisses injected me
New life, stray bullet
Stray bullet, cursed be the mauser
That has thundered you, that has thundered you
To finish, to finish
To finish my life.
I have four goodbyes written for you.
And there I leave them for you to cry
When I tell you stray bullet
Stray bullet and we are even
And here it died, and here it died
And goodbye, goodbye, and goodbye, goodbye
Good luck in your life.
Escrita por: Tomas Mendez