Los Fabulosos Cadillacs — Hora Cero song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Hora Cero" by Los Fabulosos Cadillacs.
Lyrics
Letra de «Hora Cero»
Bajando del monte, hacia la ciudad
La gente que ya no puede vivir así más
Bajando del monte, sin nada que perder
El fusil en el hombro, la esperanza partida
El alma endiablada y la mirada perdida
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oooh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
He is a bandido! He is a bandolero!
Lo llamaba 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
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oooh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Todos mis hombres se han rendido menos uno
Todos mis hombres se han rendido menos uno
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
Ahhhhhh
Vengan quemando y saqueando
Burnin' and lootin' tonight
Si este presente es de lucha
El futuro es nuestro y así será
Lyrics translation
Letter of " Zero Hour»
Coming down from the mountain, into the city
People who can't live like this anymore
Down the mountain, with nothing to lose
The rifle on the shoulder, hope split
The Mad soul and the lost gaze
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oooh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
He is a bandit! He is a bandit!
His name was Somoza and his name was Sandino.
Down the mountain with nothing to lose
The rifle on the shoulder, hope split
The Mad soul and the grown look
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oooh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh
All my men have given up but one
All my men have given up but one
Love, revolutionary act
Solidarity, reactionaries
All my men have given up but one
All my men have given up but one
The light of Sandino on the Black Mountain
There he and his men are by the red fire.
With his rifles on his shoulder and wrapped in his bedspreads
Smoking or singing sad Northern Songs
Men without moving and moving their shadows
Sandino had not the face of a soldier but of a poet turned into a soldier by
need
He was a nervous man, dominated by Serenity
On the mountain everything teaches
On the mountain everything teaches
Ahhhhhh
Come burning and looting
Burnin 'and lootin' tonight
If this present is of struggle
The future is ours and so it will be