La Bala del Temps [English translation]

You'll get up, you'll survive,

as you already did many times before,

you know tomorrow you'll just laugh about it,

stabs don't hurt anymore.

But suddenly a fire burns you,

which takes away the happiness,

that memory just shot you in the middle of your heart.

The bullet of time,

shots you from behind,

wrecks your feelings,

levels out the rich and the poor,

the coward and the braver,

it's a never-stopping clock

which burns moments.

A force from the past,

which twists your present time.

A treasure comes out of that drawer,

and takes you to another life.

It comes like a flash, it's a low kick,

and reopens your wound.

Which hits you without touching,

and suddenly makes you upset.

At the exact moment,

and when you expect it the least,

who will hold the gun

pointing right through us,

which goes off [on its own]

and by surprise.