Paroles et traduction Los Fabulosos Cadillacs - Hora Cero

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
Todos mis hombres se han rendido menos uno

La línea mas recta es curva
El amor, acto revolucionario
Solidarios, reaccionarios
Todos mis hombres se han rendido menos uno
Todos mis hombres se han rendido menos uno

La luz de Sandino en la montaña negra
Allí están él y sus hombres junto a la fogata roja
Con sus rifles al hombro y envueltos en sus colchas
Fumando o cantando canciones tristes del norte
Los hombres sin moverse y moviéndose sus sombras
Sandino no tenía cara de soldado sino de
Poeta convertido en soldado por necesidad
Era un hombre nervioso, dominado por la serenidad
En la montaña todo enseña
En la montaña todo enseña
Ah

Vengan quemando y saqueando
Burnin' and lootin' tonight
Si este presente es de lucha
El futuro es nuestro y así será

Zero Hour

Coming down from the mountain, towards the city
People who can't live like this anymore
Coming down from the mountain, with nothing to lose
The rifle on his shoulder, the hope is gone
The soul is devilish and the gaze is lost

He is an outlaw! He is a bandit!
They called him Somoza and his name was Sandino
Coming down from the mountain with nothing to lose
The rifle on his shoulder, the hope is gone
The soul is devilish and the gaze is strong

All my men have surrendered except one
All my men have surrendered except one

The straightest line is curved
Love, a revolutionary act
Solidarity, reactionaries
All my men have surrendered except one
All my men have surrendered except one

The light of Sandino in the black mountain
There he is and his men by the red fire
With their rifles on their shoulders and wrapped in their blankets
Smoking or singing sad songs from the north
The men not moving and their shadows moving
Sandino didn't have the face of a soldier but of a
Poet turned soldier out of necessity
He was a nervous man, dominated by serenity
In the mountains, everything teaches
In the mountains, everything teaches
Ah

Come burning and looting
Burnin' and lootin' tonight
If this present is a struggle
The future is ours and it will be