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How many goldfinches and mockingbirds I see pass by
But, oh, how sad those little birds sing
They go to Chihuahua to cry over Parral
Where General Francisco Villa rests
They cry when they see that grave
Where the General rests forever
Without a carnation, without any flower
Only dry leaves offered by the gale
Nobody wants to remember their gold
That Villa sleeps under the sky of Chihuahua
Only the birds that chirp over Parral
They will cry over the abandoned grave
Only one was that he has not forgotten
And to his grave, his prayer will murmur
Faithful friend, like a good soldier
He engraved on his grave: I am present, General!
Sing goldfinches and mockingbirds without stopping
And let their trills be heard in the mountains
And when they fly under the sky of Parral
Cry with me for that Francisco Villa
Goodbye, goodbye my little birds
I also want to remind my nation
That there in Parral rests Villa
In the lap of the place that he loved so much
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