La Ultima Bala

Yuri Buenaventura
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Vamos caminando, vamos avanzando

We're walking, we're advancing

El sol de un día nuevo nos va iluminando

The sun of a new day is illuminating us

Rostros desconocidos, un dolor no merecido

Unknown faces, undeserved pain

Llevamos una luz que apagar, nadie ha podido

We carry a light to extinguish, no one has been able to


Rostros de mi gente, rostros sencillos

Faces of my people, simple faces

Y juntos decimos ante nadie me humillo

And together we say, I don't humiliate myself before anyone

Nada nos detiene, ninguna presión

Nothing stops us, no pressure

A nada le teme esta gran nación

This great nation fears nothing


Vendrán terremotos, corruptos y mafiosos

Earthquakes will come, corrupt and mafia

Hombres o mujeres ya no hay miedosos

Men or women, there are no cowards anymore


Se mata la gente, pero no las almas

People die, but not souls

Mi patria no cae, tropieza o resbala

My homeland doesn't fall, it stumbles or slips

Se pone de pie, se limpia la cara

It stands up, cleans its face


Frente a la oscuridad inclemente

In the face of relentless darkness

De criminales mentes

Of criminal minds

Se levantó mi gente

My people stood up

Y se limpió la cara

And cleaned their face


Aunque mi rostro es de barrio, de techo y de lata

Although my face is from the neighborhood, from a roof and tin

Mi alma y mi esencia no la compras con plata

My soul and my essence can't be bought with money

Una nación completamente maniatada

A completely bound nation

Entre narcotráfico y corrupción

Between drug trafficking and corruption

Mi bandera secuestrada

My flag kidnapped


Una patria como la mía, tropieza o resbala

A homeland like mine stumbles or slips

Pero se pone de pie y se limpia la cara

But it stands up and cleans its face

Aunque tú seas el patrón, apunta bien tus armas

Even if you're the boss, aim your weapons well

No sea que por justicia te toque la última bala

Don't let the last bullet be for justice


Mucha plata repartiste por los barrios

You distributed a lot of money in the neighborhoods

Convertiste a mis hermanos en sicarios

You turned my brothers into hitmen

Que esta historia no se borre de tu mente

May this story not be erased from your mind

En honor a nuestros muertos que cayeron vilmente

In honor of our dead who fell shamelessly

Moderated by Alejandro López
Madrid, España July 28, 2024
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