The hammer impacts the needle
The explosion of the gunpowder pushes with force
Movement of rotation and passage
The bullet leaves, cast out of the cannon
With a direct objective
The bullet travels sure and firm during its route
Wounding the wind to death, faster than time
Defending any argument
It doesn't care if its destiny is violent
It goes calmly, the bullet, it has no feelings
Like a secret you don't want to hear
The bullet says it all, not speaking
Not raising suspicions, it assures its slaughter
That's why its belly is full of lead
To reach its prey it needs no eyes
And more, when the path traces an infrared
The bullet never gives up
If it doesn't kill today, at least it leaves a wound
After its exit it will not be stopped
It obeys its master once in its life
Chorus
There's little money, but many bullets
There's little food, but many bullets
There are few good people, that's why there are many bullets
Watch out, here comes one (Pla! Pla! Pla! Pla!)
There's little money, but many bullets
There's little food, but many bullets
There are few good people, that's why there are many bullets
Watch out, here comes one (Pla! Pla! Pla! Pla!)
A gunshot is heard, it picks up confidence
The sound chases it, but doesn't reach it
The bullet takes out its fangs of steel
And not asking permission, enters through the skin
It bites the tissues with fury and strips down
The chest to the arteries to cause a hemorrhage
The blood returns, a strawberry shake
Bolognese sauce, raspberry syrup
A cascade of modern art
Red-hot color, it leaves through the skull
Chorus
There's little money, but many bullets
There's little food, but many bullets
There are few good people, that's why there are many bullets
Watch out, here comes one (Pla! Pla! Pla! Pla!)
There's little money, but many bullets
There's little food, but many bullets
There are few good people, that's why there are many bullets
Watch out, here comes one (Pla! Pla! Pla! Pla!)
It would sound incomprehensible, that someone would kill you
If each bullet cost what a yacht does
You'd have to save your whole salary
To be a mercenary, you'd have to be a millionare
But it's not that way; tons of people are killed
Bullets are just as cheap as condoms
There's little education, there are many cartridges
When people hardly read, they shoot a lot
There are those who kill and don't show their face
The rich man gives the order and the poor man fires
Bullets aren't needed to prove a point
It's logical, a corpse can't be talked to
Dialogue destroys any morbid situation
Before using bullets, shoot with words
Pla! Pla! Pla! Pla!
Chorus
There's little money, but many bullets
There's little food, but many bullets
There are few good people, that's why there are many bullets
Watch out, here comes one (Pla! Pla! Pla! Pla!)
There's little money, but many bullets
There's little food, but many bullets
There are few good people, that's why there are many bullets
Watch out, here comes one (Pla! Pla! Pla! Pla!)