Little birds who go singing, tell her
That in the struggle and the failures I remember her.
That weigh me my love and the greatness,
Of the mountains, rivers and valleys of my land.
And if I go by el Carmen I'll buy to them
A very short rope for your parents
To hold you strong, ay! to hold you,
Because your parents don't want to see you dance.
Little birds who go singing, tell her
That in the struggle and the failures I remember her.
That I remember those lads at the mine
Because only my saint cares for them