Hora Cero

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!