Heroes (con Abram)

In every sacrifice, in every gaze into the abyss, the war to survive, the heroes resist

[Chorus] (x2)
For those who dry their tears without giving up,
if despite fatigue they continue their path,
For those who fight, for those who are still alive,
Seeking a purpose, the greatest heroes are unknown,

[Nach]
The easy way tempted him so much, he was never a saint,
In his neighborhood, disillusion swept him away in white dust,
So he spent every blind afternoon, routine of heat and drink,
With buddies on his corner, loafing around,
At seventeen and look at him, so mischievous, he had tried everything,
Except the touch of a petal, woman's flower, denied pleasure,
For such a shy being until one Saturday night,
When his heart beat, his libido rose,
First time in a Volvo and without a condom,
If she consented and from love at first sight to pregnancy in a snap,
Teenage mistake, the following month he found out,
That he would have a descendant, suddenly his mind changed,
Goodbye to amphetamines brought a discreet life,
Feeds his family, drives a van,
Sweating his shirt until his bones break,
He hasn't won any awards but to me, he's a hero.

[Abram]
A whole life passed, hard work,
His wrinkles are tenderness, laziness, anchored beauty,
Open-minded more than many at my age,
Intelligent even though he struggles to read and write poorly,
But he writes, the reality he lived through, yes,
Post-war, hunger, blood, thorns in barbed wire,
Hard work in the desert, children's field,
Seven siblings, parents with low miserable treatment,
But he knew how to be happy, loving nature, today he doesn't want to know,
About phones, mp3, they stress him out,
They prefer to go out for a walk, take a deep breath,
He loves his family, he's not formal, he's all substance,
And life passes for everyone, I look at him and I want them to,
Live a thousand years with me, be his friend more than yesterday,
He doesn't travel by jet and he's not the 'protagonist' of a series,
He doesn't have superpowers but to me, he's a hero.

[Chorus] (x2)
For those who dry their tears without giving up,
if despite fatigue they continue their path,
For those who fight, for those who are still alive,
Seeking a purpose, the greatest heroes are unknown,

[Abram]
Turns the corner, looking back over his shoulder,
He doesn't trust anyone, in life he hit rock bottom,
So many times, that he no longer sees the surface,
He already knows that there's nothing that will make him fail because,
When you reach the level where you bite if you must,
When the weight of injustice caresses you with its reverb,
If it rains, it's acid that burns his eyelashes,
Because you live in the land of freedoms, Spain,
Foreigner, you can be well received,
Your skin color doesn't matter, just pay your bills,
If you wear Armani, it doesn't matter, if you have money,
If your dog pees on the flowers of the Senate if it gets lost but,
Not your case Afghan brother, transparent plans,
They observe you carefully with insane detail,
Because from high spheres they always point at you, you always lose,
You feel fear, you move forward cautiously and live like a hero.

[Nach]
His life was going smoothly, a stable job,
A kind boyfriend, friends always close to lend a hand,
Everything happened one afternoon, an accident, that drunk was driving,
And just like that, he cut her future like a saber,
Her life now on wheels, yes, those of a wheelchair,
Sometimes she seems calm but in the silence she screams,
She curses her curse alone in her room, her boyfriend,
Left her for another in search of lost passion,
The wound is not mortal and she must find a way out,
She fights even though she feels at peace only when she's asleep,
The city is no different in case,
But every step tastes like failure if it comes her way,
There is no sunset if the strength of weakness is your wealth,
She is stubborn and moves through the streets with ease,
A new love cheers her up if she feels weak,
She doesn't sign autographs for anyone but she has a hero's soul.

[Chorus] (x2)
For those who dry their tears without giving up,
if despite fatigue they continue their path,
For those who fight, for those who are still alive,
Seeking a purpose, the greatest heroes are unknown,

"Special dedication, all the heroes at heart, out there on the streets, for every hero, making a living, however they can, for each one, who fights tirelessly, however they can, who fights to survive, heroes, Abram, my man Nach, a day in suburbia, two double zero eight, yeh..."