La bala [English translation]

8 o'clock on the dot, and like always, it seemed like a normal day

Two brothers and one destiny, one mother and one father

7 years old was the kid, that I come to you to sing

but I'm going to return myself one week back

My son of 18 years, began to derail

His average was too low, mean to his mother

Closed his door with a key, saying it was for his privacy

But of weapons in my house, he was hiding and arsenal

The Thursday of that week, I met a pair of his friends

They had a different face, they weren't people of his type

Of strange topics I stayed quite, with the intention of being his friend

And for not making him mad, I fulfilled every whim

And that was the last day

That my youngest son, to school he would go study

The cartels of the mafia would go fight

And with one stray bullet, they smashed my home

The surprise is fatal

That my son of 18 years is very much involved

With the death, the drugs, participates in cruelty

And in the death of his brother, he was the intellectual author

I'm another in the sum, nothing else

That is a daily victim in this corrupt society

We all know of someone who does damage to all others

And all their mistakes I used to ignore

And today I come to confess

The murderer that is in the streets, is a part of my household

One less that's loose, the world it will serve

If you know a son like mine, please denounce him now

• Artist:Los Tigres del Norte
• Album:La Bala