How many goldfinches and cenzontles I see happening,
But how sad are those little birds
They go to Chihuahua to cry over the Parral
Where General Francisco Villa rests
They cry when they see, that grave
Where the general rests forever,
And not a carnation, or any
Only dry leaves that the gale offers
Of his ??? Dorados ???, nobody wants to remember,
And Villa sleeps under the sky, from Chihuahua,
Only the birds that grow under the Parral
They will cry over the abandoned tomb
Only one was, who has not forgotten
To his grave a prayer to murmur
Faithful friend, what a good Dorado
I record in his grave, I am present General
Sing goldfinches and zonzontles without stopping,
And let their trills be heard in the mountains
And when they fly under the Parral sky
Cry with me for that Francisco Villa
Goodbye, goodbye, my little birds,
I also want to remember my nation,
That back in Parral, rests Villa
In the lap of the place that I love so much
Only among all we can make this a better place :)