I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns,
I heard Maria crying.
Late last night I heard the news,
That Veracruz was dying.
Veracruz was dying.
Someone called Maria's name,
I swear it was my father's voice.
Saying, «If you stay you'll all be slain,
You must leave now — you have no choice.
Take the servants and ride west,
Keep the child close to your chest.
When the American troops withdraw,
Let Zapata take the rest».
I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns.
I heard Maria calling,
Saying, «Veracruz is dying.
And Cuernavaca's falling».
Aquel dia yo jure,
Hacia el puerto volvere.
Aunque el destino cambio mi vida.
En Veracruz morire,
Aquel dia yo jure.
I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns.
I heard them in the harbor,
Saying, «Veracruz is dying».