La Bala [English translation]

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!)