Mexicans, the war cry
The steel finishes and Bridon,
And retiemble centres in their land
At the sound roar of cannon.
And retiemble centres in their land
At the sound roar of cannon.
(I)
Oh Homeland stick! your temples olive
From the peace divine archangel,
That in heaven your eternal destiny,
For the finger of God was written;
But if a stranger dare enemy,
Profane your land with his plant,
Think Homeland oh dear! that the sky
A soldier in each son gave you,
A soldier in each son gave you.
(II)
War, war without truce to try to
From the homeland stain escutcheons!
War, war! The patriotic banners
In the waves of blood soaked.
War, war! In the mountain in the valley
The cannons thunder horrísonos
And the sound echoes resonate
With the voices of Union! Freedom!
(III)
Previously, homeland,
that unarmed your kids
Under the yoke his neck bowed,
Your countryside is irrigated with blood,
About blood be affixed his foot.
And your temples, palaces and towers
Collapsed with horrid roar,
And its ruins exist saying:
From the thousand heroes homeland was here.
(IV)
Patria! Patria! your kids will swear
Exhale their breath in your interests,
If the clarion with its warlike accent,
The summons to deal with value:
For you the olive garlands!
A memory for them of glory!
A laurel of victory for you!
A tomb of honor for them!
A tomb of honor for them!.