Héroe

Rodriguez cries for his friends lost along the way
Carrera, exiled, mourns his homeland
Neira, about to be shot, says his last words before he's taken down
Marcó Del Pont questions the passing years without results
Since the moment he arrived in Chile with good intentions

[Rodriguez]
My hat soaked, covering my chest
Asking the ground for answers
What happened to them? Brave souls, now ethereal
They're no longer by my side, no!
Fallen heroes, forced heroes, honorable heroes, martyr!

[Carrera]
I’ve been exiled, I have no home
I’m a wanderer, searching for hope to return
I feel in my soul, the pain of loneliness
I miss my beloved, that beautiful homeland that’s my priority

[Neira, Carrera, and Rodriguez]
Believe in your ideal
The struggle is unfair

[Rodriguez]
I look at my hands, they’re bloody
Lost in the fog, I don’t feel the strength to endure
Living like a hero means living in darkness, soaked in blood
Condemned forever to solitude

[Neira]
Cowardly scum! Look into my eyes as I shoot
Let the innocent death stay in their minds
Traitor, damned beast!

[Neira, Carrera, and Rodriguez]
Believe in your ideal
The struggle is unfair

[Rodriguez]
I look at my hands, they’re bloody
Lost in the fog, I don’t feel the strength to endure
Living like a hero means living in darkness, soaked in blood
Condemned forever to solitude

[Marcó Del Pont]
I’ve been brought down by the passing years
Defending the crown, alone and humiliated
What’s the point of the struggle if I don’t gain glory?
And in the end, after all these years, what does victory matter?

Regardless of class, race, or blood
They’ve all died for their ideals
They’ll call us heroes or maybe martyrs
Past, history, or legend?

[Neira, Carrera, and Rodriguez]
Believe in your ideal
The struggle is unfair

[Rodriguez]
I look at my hands, they’re bloody
Lost in the fog, I don’t feel the strength to endure
Living like a hero means living in darkness, soaked in blood
Condemned forever to solitude