La Bala - Los Tigres Del Norte

Ocho en punto y como siempre, parecía un día normal

dos hermanos y un destino, una madre y un papa

siete años tenia el niño, del que les vengo a cantar

pero voy a regresarme una semana para atrás

Mi hijo el de 18 años, se empezó a descarrilar

su promedio era muy bajo, grosero con su mama

serraba el cuarto con llave, dizque su privacidad

pero de armas en mi casa, el ocultaba un arsenal

El jueves de esa semana, le conocí un par de amigos

portaban otro semblante, no era gente de su tipo

cosas raras me callaba, con tal yo de ser su amigo

y por no verlo enojado, le cumplía cualquier capricho

Y ese día fue el final

que el hijo más pequeño a la escuela iría a estudiar

los carteles de la mafia cuentas iban a justar

y con una bala perdida, me destrozaban mi hogar

La sorpresa es fatal

que el hijo el de 18 muy involucrado esta

con la muerte, con las drogas, participa en la crueldad

y en la muerte de su hermano fue el autor intelectual

Soy otro en la suma nada más

que es victima del diario en la corrupta sociedad

todo sabemos de alguien que hace daño a los demás

y sus errores yo solía solapar

Y hoy vengo a delatar

al matón que anda en la calle, forma parte de mi hogar

uno menos que ande suelto al mundo le servirá

si tu conoces un hijo igual al mío, por favor denuncia ya

Eight o'clock and as always, it seemed like a normal day

two brothers and a destiny, a mother and a father

seven years old was the child, of whom I come to sing

but i'm going to go back a week

My 18-year-old son, he started to go off the rails

his average was very low, rude to his mom

he locked the room, supposedly his privacy

but of weapons in my house, he hid an arsenal

On Thursday of that week, I met a couple of friends

they wore another countenance, they were not people of their type

strange things he kept silent to me, as long as I was his friend

and not to see him angry, he fulfilled any whim

And that day was the end

that the youngest son would go to school to study

the accounts mafia cartels were going to adjust

and with a stray bullet, they destroyed my home

surprise is fatal

that the 18-year-old son is very involved

with death, with drugs, he participates in cruelty

and in his brother's death he was the mastermind

I am another in the sum nothing more

that he is a victim of the newspaper in the corrupt society

we all know of someone who hurts others

and his mistakes I used to overlap

And today I come to reveal

to the thug that walks in the street, he is part of my home

one less that is loose to the world will serve

If you know a son just like mine, please report it now