Cara A La Muerte - Gerardo Ortiz

Cara a la muerte cuando llegaron las balas

No era advertencia, ni coincidencia

Era la muerte en mi cara

Tiempo que es vida, y blanco a la mira

Asesinato, me tenían rodeado

En mi mente, mi familia

En minutos repasé mi vida

Puse fuerza en mi cabeza

Subí tiro a mi cuarenta

Les dí pelea

Era esperado que me arrimaran un golpe

Cuando hay errores hay correcciones

Y les fallé a los señores

Hice negocios con los contrarios

Un chapulín nunca eleva sus

Consecuencias que atormentan

Hay errores que nunca se arreglan

Si la muerte comprendiera

Y si el momento cambiara la escena

Que me coma la tierra

Con la puerta paraba las balas

El impacto dio una alta descarga

No hubo tiempo de hacer el intento

Sin piedad perforaban mi cuerpo

Con mis manos tapaba mis sesos

Y la sangre corría entre mi cuerpo

Ya lo rojo en lo blanco vestía

Era la despedida

No tenia salida

Todo era blanco, agonizaba en mi llanto

Solo minutos, se aproximaban

Venia el eterno descanso

Muerte en la escena, luz de sirenas

Los agresores tomaron vereda

En segundos tocaba mi vida

Y el espacio quedo en mi familia

Solo balas y un hombre tirado

Y en su cara un llanto empapado

Era el afectado

Flores y llanto, y cantidad de rosarios

Buenos amigos, hijos queridos

Ya les fallé en el camino

Cuerpo manchado, entrajesado

Caja de plata y un hombre encamado

Quisiera escapar de mi cuerpo

Renacer, tener vida de nuevo

Con dolor no descansa mi alma

Solo queda perder la esperanza

Dentro de mi caja

Face to death when the bullets came

It was not a warning, nor a coincidence

It was death on my face

Time that is life, and white in sight

Murder, they had me surrounded

In my mind, my family

In minutes I reviewed my life

I put strength in my head

I went up shot at my forty

I gave them a fight

It was expected that they would hit me

When there are mistakes there are corrections

And I failed the lords

I did business with the opposites

A chapulin never raises its

Consequences that haunt

There are mistakes that are never fixed

If death understood

And if the moment changed the scene

let the earth eat me

With the door he stopped the bullets

The impact gave a high discharge

There was no time to make the attempt

They mercilessly pierced my body

With my hands I covered my brains

And the blood ran through my body

Already the red in the white wore

it was goodbye

I had no way out

Everything was white, I was dying in my tears

Only minutes, they were approaching

came the eternal rest

Death on the scene, light of sirens

The aggressors took the path

In seconds it touched my life

And the space remains in my family

Just bullets and a man down

And on his face a soaked cry

He was affected

Flowers and tears, and a number of rosaries

Good friends, dear children

I already failed them on the way

Body stained, dressed

Silver box and a bedridden man

I would like to escape from my body

to be reborn, to have life again

My soul does not rest with pain

It only remains to lose hope

inside my box