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La Punitiva, o Nuestro México, febrero veintitrés

Luís Hernández
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LA PUNITIVA, O NUESTRO MÉXICO, FEBRERO VEINTITRÉS

La versione originale in due parti / Original version in two parts

Parte 1


Nuestro México, febrero veintitrés,
Dejó Carranza pasar americanos,
Veinte mil hombres, doscientos aeroplanos,
Buscando a Villa por todito el país.

Y Carranza les dice afanoso,
Que si son hombres y saben perseguir:
-Les doy permiso de que busquen a Villa
Y que se enseñen también a morir.-

Cuando entraron los güeros de Texas,
Fatigados de tanto caminar,
Con siete horas que llevaban de camino
Los pobrecitos se querían regresar.

Ya comenzaron las expediciones,
Los aeroplanos comienzan a volar.
Se repartieron por distintas direcciones
Buscando a Villa que lo querían matar

Francisco Villa, al ver las fuerzas punitivas,
Luego al momento también se preparó,
Se vistió de soldado americano
Y a sus tropas también las transformó.

Los aeroplanos, al ver la bandera
Con las estrellas que Villa les pintó,
Se equivocaron y bajaron a la sierra
Y prisioneros Villa los agarró.

Francisco Villa ya no anda a caballo,
Ni su gente tampoco andará,
Francisco Villa ahora es dueño de aeroplanos
Que los consigue con facilidad.

Parte 2


Si porque semos poquitos mexicanos
Dicen lo s güeros que nos van a acabar,
Nada importa que traigan mil cañones
Si en la sierra los vienen a dejar.

Cuando entraron al estado de Chihuahua
Toda la gente azorada se quedó
De ver tanto soldado americano
Que Pancho Villa en los postes les colgó.

Cuando entraron los güeros a Parral,
Buscando harina, galletas, y jam,
Hombres, mujeres y niños les decían:
-Ahi hay pólvora y balines de cañón.-

Porque dicen que en México se muere
Y que de diario se matan por allá,
Con un solo mexicano que nos quede
Nuestra bandera en sus manos flotará.

Francisco Villa era un hombre guerrillero,
Sus artilleros al pie de su cañón,
Quemarían hasta el último cartucho
Pero en defensa de nuestra nación.

?Qué pensaban los americanos,
Que combatir era baile de carquís?
Con la cara cubierta de vergüenza
Se regresaron de nuevo a su país.


The Punitive Expedition

Part 1


In our Mexico, on the 23rd of February
Carranza let the Americans cross over:
20,000 men, and 200 airplanes
Were looking for Villa all over the country

Carranza tells them earnestly,
If you are men and know how to track him
“I give you permission to find Villa
And you can also learn how it is to die.”

When the Texas “Blondie’s” arrived
Exhausted from so much walking,
After seven hours on the road,
The poor souls wanted to go back home.

The expeditionary searches began
And the airplanes started to fly,
They took several different directions
Looking for Villa in order to kill him.

When Francisco Villa saw punitive forces
He immediately got ready, too,
He dressed as an American soldier,
And he also transformed his troops.

When the planes saw the flag
That Villa had painted with stars
They made a mistake and came down,
And villa took them prisoners.

Francisco Villa no longer rides a horse
And his people need never ride again:
Francisco Villa is now the owner of
Airplanes which he very easily acquires.

Part 2


If because we are so few Mexicans
The “blondie’s” say they can finish us off,
It doesn’t matter if they bring 1,000 cannons
Because they leave them in the hills.

When they entered the State of Chihuahua
All of the people wee just amazed
You see all those American soldiers
That Pancho Villa left hanging from the poles

When the blondie’s entered the city of Parral
Asking for flour, crackers, and ham,
Men, women, and children would tell them,
“There’s only gunpowder and cannon balls,”

They say death stalks in Mexico,
That people there kill each other every day,
As long as there is one Mexican alive
Our lag will be waving in his hand.

Francisco Villa was a fighting man
And his artillery was always prepared
They would have burned the last cartridge
In defense of our nation.

Just what were the Americans thinking,
That combat was like dancing a carquis?
With their faces covered with same
They returned to their country once again.



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