La Ultima Bala
Yuri Buenaventura
The Last Bullet
We're walking, we're moving forward
The sun of a new day is illuminating us
Unknown faces, undeserved pain
We carry a light to extinguish, no one has been able to
Faces of my people, simple faces
And together we say I don't humiliate myself in front of anyone
Nothing stops us, no pressure
This great nation fears nothing
Earthquakes will come, corrupt and mafia
Men or women, there are no cowards anymore
People are killed, but not their souls
My homeland doesn't fall, it stumbles or slips
It stands up, cleans its face
Facing the relentless darkness
Of criminal minds
My people rose
And cleaned their faces
Although my face is from the neighborhood, from tin and tin roof
My soul and essence are not bought with money
A nation completely tied up
Between drug trafficking and corruption
My flag kidnapped
A homeland like mine, stumbles or slips
But it stands up and cleans its face
Even if you are the boss, aim your weapons well
Lest justice makes you face the last bullet
You distributed a lot of money in the neighborhoods
You turned my brothers into hitmen
May this story not be erased from your mind
In honor of our dead who fell shamefully
