Translation of the song lyrics La Bala - Calle 13

La Bala (original)

El martillo impacta la aguja
La explosión de la pólvora con fuerza empuja
Movimiento de rotación y traslación
Sale la bala arrojada fuera del cañón
Con un objetivo directo
La bala pasea segura y firme durante su trayecto
Hiriendo de muerte al viento
Mas rápida que el tiempo
Defendiendo cualquier argumento
No le importa si su destino es violento
Va tranquila, la bala no tiene sentimientos
Como un secreto que no quieres escuchar
La bala va diciéndolo todo sin hablar
Sin levantar sospecha asegura su matanza
Por eso tiene llena de plomo su panza
Para llegar a su presa no necesita ojos
Y mas cuando el camino se lo traza un infrarrojo
La bala nunca se da por vencida
Si no mata hoy, por lo menos deja una herida
Luego de su salida no habrá detenida
Obedece a su patrono solo una vez en su vida
Hay poco dinero pero hay muchas balas
Hay poca comida pero hay muchas balas
Hay poca gente buena por eso hay muchas balas
Cuidao que ahí viene una!
Pa!
Pa!
Pa!
Pa!
Se escucha un disparo, agarra confianza
El sonido la persigue pero no la alcanza
La bala saca sus colmillos de acero
Y Sin pedir permiso entra por el cuero
Muerde los tejidos con rabia
Le arranca el pecho a las arterias
Para causar hemorragia
Vuela la sangre, batida de fresa,
Salsa boloñesa, sirop de frambuesa
Una cascada de arte contemporáneo
Color rojo vivo sale por el cráneo
Hay poco dinero, pero hay muchas balas
Hay poca comida, pero hay muchas balas
Hay poca gente buena, por eso hay muchas balas
Cuidao que ahí viene una!
Pa!
Pa!
Pa!
Pa!
Sería inaccesible el que alguien te mate
Si cada bala costara lo que cuesta un yate
Tendrías que ahorrar todo tu salario
Para ser un mercenario habría que ser millonario
Pero no es así, se mata por montones
Las balas son igual de baratas que los condones
Hay poca educación hay muchos cartuchos
Cuando se lee poco se dispara mucho
Hay quienes asesinan y no dan la cara
El rico da la orden y el pobre la dispara
No se necesitan balas para probar un punto
Es lógico, no se puede hablar con un difunto
El dialogo destruye cualquier situación macabra
Antes de usar balas disparo con palabras
Hay poco dinero, pero hay muchas balas
Hay poca comida, pero hay muchas balas
Hay poca gente buena, por eso hay muchas balas
Cuidao que ahí viene una!
Pa!
Pa!
Pa!
Pa!

La Bala (translation)

The hammer hits the needle
The explosion of gunpowder with force pushes
Rotation and translation movement
The bullet thrown out of the barrel comes out
With a direct aim
The bullet travels safely and firmly during its journey
wounding the wind to death
faster than time
Defending any argument
He doesn't care if his fate is violent
It goes calm, the bullet has no feelings
Like a secret you don't want to hear
The bullet says everything without speaking
Without raising suspicion ensures his killing
That's why his belly is full of lead
To reach his prey he doesn't need eyes
And more when the path is traced by an infrared
The bullet never gives up
If he doesn't kill today, at least he leaves a wound
After your departure there will be no detention
He obeys his boss only once in his life
There is little money but there are many bullets
There is little food but there are many bullets
There are few good people that's why there are many bullets
Watch out, here comes one!
pa!
pa!
pa!
pa!
You hear a shot, grab confidence
The sound chases her but doesn't reach her
The bullet bears its steel fangs
And without asking permission enters through the leather
bites tissues with rage
It rips the chest out of the arteries
to cause bleeding
The blood flies, strawberry milkshake,
Bolognese sauce, raspberry syrup
A waterfall of contemporary art
Bright red color comes out of the skull
There is little money, but there are many bullets
There is little food, but there are many bullets
There are few good people, that's why there are many bullets
Watch out, here comes one!
pa!
pa!
pa!
pa!
It would be inaccessible for someone to kill you
If each bullet cost what a yacht costs
You would have to save all your salary
To be a mercenary you would have to be a millionaire
But it's not like that, he kills himself in droves
Bullets are just as cheap as condoms
There is little education there are many cartridges
When you read little, you shoot a lot
There are those who murder and do not show their faces
The rich give the order and the poor shoot it
No bullets needed to prove a point
It's logical, you can't talk to a deceased
Dialogue destroys any macabre situation
Before I use bullets I shoot with words
There is little money, but there are many bullets
There is little food, but there are many bullets
There are few good people, that's why there are many bullets
Watch out, here comes one!
pa!
pa!
pa!
pa!