La Bala

I'm gonna tell you the story
Oh, the bullet, oh, the bullet
And if my aim is good
I'm gonna make a name, I'm gonna make a name

Pay close attention
To this verse, to this verse
Don't let it be that you get hit
By a crazy bullet, by a crazy bullet

The bullet is fired, oh, it's fired
In Cuba, Vietnam, and Chile, oh, it's fired
The bullet is fired, oh, it's fired
It was fired

In the hands of the worker
The bullet was born, the bullet was born
And in the hands of the rich
It turned bad, it turned bad

Many poor have fallen
To repression, to repression
Returning the bullet to the nest
Of their nation, of their nation

They used it to kill the peasant
The peasant, the peasant
But they found resistance
The murderers, the murderers

What I'm saying, gentlemen
Is not a trick, is not a trick
It was the same thing that happened
There in Ranquil, there in Ranquil

A lot of harm has been done to the people
By the rich folks, by the rich folks
Using the confessional
Of the priests, of the priests

Now things have changed
Without aphorisms, without aphorisms
Because the church is moving
Towards socialism, towards socialism

If it comes to shooting
There's a survey, there's a survey
The Yankees miss the mark
In any bet, in any bet

These daring Yankees
With so many bullets, with so many bullets
Their shot goes astray
Backfiring, backfiring

The bullet has told me
Says it's trembling, says it's trembling
Because the agitated ones
Recommend it, recommend it

With the gunpowder of the people
The revolution finally arises
With the battlefield
Being production, being production

The bullet warned us
It's not the first time, it's not the first time
That in the forefront of the fight
It's the working class, it's the working class

And ending with the bullet
It's not bad, it's not bad
It all depends on what, when, and
Who fires it, who fires it