Cuando Las Pistolas Suenan

(Mosco)
I want to be honest
It can't be, buddy, that today
At dawn, a buddy was no longer alive
As if craving booze
Gunshots sound
The buddies who left
Through the unhealthy path
Some in jail
Many died, some abroad
What am I going to do tomorrow
I need money
Or death wins
The buddy's house

(Tito)
Guns sound
Bad news continues
They travel as if with wings
In the midst
Of so much greed
Even children have died
In the crossfire
We are tired, God
Abandoned
In this town they call earth
The devil reigns and today you hear my voice
You understand what I'm talking about
It's poverty
A test of survival
You humble yourself honestly or stain
Your conscience
That's why there are wars
That's why there are so many hitmen
Because of the way businessmen exploit
The poor
That's why it's hard, many sell their souls
They leave hard jobs
And rather wield a weapon
A lot of struggle
That evil that poisons
Sometimes I feel hatred running
Through all the veins
These are the episodes of envy
Where there are no good people
When the guns sound

Several buddies
Around here lost faith
(When the guns sound)
Some sold their souls
To the devil
Others remain calm
Listen to what I'm saying
(When the guns sound)
(Repeat)

(Mosco)
And there the hot and cold Medellin
Stories are known
Of wizards who died
For the loot
They seem like memories
I get lost in memories
They were days of glory
I was dying to feel
I pay tribute to the neas
Who were with me
And they put an end to them
Peace in their graves
Promise me that party when I die
And you see me leave
From this hustle and bustle
While the world crumbles
Who excels in
This unhealthy life
What awaits us in this
Metropolitan area
Today nonsense, tomorrow
I go for you
Faces are not forgotten
They remind you
Scars
Human crimes
That don't fall
Because they are lost
When the guns sound
Many early deaths
Like my buddy's yesterday
Healing wounds
With alcohol and marijuana

Several buddies
Around here lost faith
(When the guns sound)
Some sold their souls
To the devil
Others remain calm
Listen to what I'm saying
(When the guns sound)

(Tito)
T.M. b
The music box
With a touch of traffickers
Next to strong cane