Hora Cero
Bajando del Monte, hacia la ciudad
La gente que ya no puede vivir así mas
Bajando del monte, sin nada que perder
El fusil en el hombro, la esperanza partida
el alma endiablada y la mirada perdida
He is a bandido! He is a Bandolero!
Lo llamaban Somoza y se llamaba Sandino
Bajando del monte sin nada que perder
El fusil en el hombro, la esperanza partida
El alma endiablada y la mirada crecida.
Todos mis hombres se han rendido menos uno!!!
Vengan quemando y saqueando
Burnin' and lootin' tonight
Si este presente es de lucha
el futuro es nuestro y así será!
Zero Hour
Descending from the mountain, towards the city
The people who can no longer live like this
Descending from the mountain, with nothing to lose
The rifle on the shoulder, hope shattered
The soul devilish and the gaze lost
He is a bandit! He is a bandit!
They called him Somoza and he was called Sandino
Descending from the mountain with nothing to lose
The rifle on the shoulder, hope shattered
The soul devilish and the gaze grown.
All my men have surrendered except one!!!
Come burning and looting
Burnin' and lootin' tonight
If this present is of struggle
the future is ours and so it will be!
Escrita por: Sergio Rotman