Dos balas perdidas

What's new, old scoundrel,
I don't know if you remember
our last goodbye.
I heard you're doing well,
I've come chasing after you.
That's
all you need to know.

Where the southern wind dies,
what secret are you hiding from me.
One move will suit me better,
it was two years in prison.

Because we are,
we are two lost bullets.
Two lost bullets,
two lost bullets.

Counting the trees
on an old train,
playing cards
until dawn.
Counting money,
drinking liquor,
cheating better each time.

Moving like two lost bullets.
Two lost bullets,
two lost bullets.

Pack your bags,
the world will lay
at our feet.

And if someday
something goes wrong,
our destiny will always be
to be two bullets to kill.