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 (On that day I swore. Hacia el puerto volvere To the port I will return. Aunque el destino cambio mi vida Even though destiny changed my life. En Veracruz morire In Veracruz I shall die. Aquel dia yo jure On that day I swore). I heard Woodrow Wilson's guns. I heard them in the harbor. Saying "Veracruz is dying"