Corrido de Pancho Villa - Испанский


I was a soldier of Francisco Villa
That man of immortal fame
Although he sat in the chair
He did not envy the president.
Now I live on the seashore
Recalling that immortal time
Ay, ay,
Now I live on the seashore
Remembering Villa alla by Parral.

I was one of those golden
Which with time became greater
In the fight were cripples
Defending the homeland and honor.
Today I remember the old days
We fought with the invader
Ay, ay,
Today I remember the old days
Of those golden I was older.

Both rode my horse
Jimenez reached on death
A bullet that I really played
A body was pierced.
A dying of pain whinnied
Life for the motherland delivered
Ay, ay,
A dying of pain whinnied
As I cried when he died.

Pancho Villa you've recorded
In my mind and in my heart
And though sometimes I was defeated
By the forces of Alvaro Obregon
Always I walked as a good soldier
Until the end of the revolution
Ay, ay,
Always I walked as a good soldier
Both he fought to the foot of the canyon.