Corrido de Pancho Villa
Hoy nuestro mexico febrero 23
Nos mando wilson 6 mil americanos
3 mil caballos 200 aeroplanos
Buscando a villa por todo el pais
Y comenzaron a salir expediciones
Los aeroplanos comenzaron a volar
Por distintas y varias direcciones
Buscando a villa queriendolo tronar
Francisco villa por todos los caminos
Ponia una tumba disiendo aqui esta ya
El valiente el valiente pancho villa
Por eso nunca lo podian encontrar
Que pensarian ay los americanos
Que nuestro suelo pretenden conquistar
Si ellos tienen muchisimos cañones
Los mexicanos tienen lo principal
Cuando llegaron los vecinos a chiuahua
Y en las afueras del pueblo de parral
Pancho villa les puso una emboscada
En que ninguno se pudo escapar
Se los llevaron al desierto de chiuahua
En las afueras del pueblo de parral
Pancho villa les puso una emboscada
En que ninguno se pudo escapar
Que pensarian ay los americanos
Que combatir era un baile de karki
Con la cara cubierta de verguenza
Que tubieron que volver a su pais
Yo soy nacido el la sierra de chiuahua
Soy el salodado mas fiel del batallon
Viva villa que vivan sus dorados
Y que viva la revolucion
Ballad of Pancho Villa
Today our Mexico, February 23
Wilson sent us 6 thousand Americans
3 thousand horses, 200 airplanes
Searching for Villa throughout the country
And expeditions began to emerge
The airplanes began to fly
In different and various directions
Searching for Villa, wanting to defeat him
Francisco Villa on all the roads
He placed a tomb saying here he is
The brave, the brave Pancho Villa
That's why they could never find him
What would the Americans think
Who intend to conquer our land
If they have many cannons
The Mexicans have the main thing
When the neighbors arrived in Chihuahua
And on the outskirts of the town of Parral
Pancho Villa set up an ambush
From which none could escape
They were taken to the Chihuahua desert
On the outskirts of the town of Parral
Pancho Villa set up an ambush
From which none could escape
What would the Americans think
That fighting was a karki dance
With their faces covered in shame
They had to return to their country
I was born in the Sierra de Chihuahua
I am the most loyal soldier of the battalion
Long live Villa, long live his golden ones
And long live the revolution