Carrera a Muerte
En la raya dos caballos
En la meta dos pistolas
En el pueblo no había feria
En él ya no había bolas
Era una carrera a muerte
Era una carrera a solas
Juan Pedro dice a Jacinto
Vamos a echarnos un trago
Porque si te falla el Pinto
En esta noche te acabo
Y yo sé bien que ni el viento
Le gana a mi Colorado
Entonces dijo Jacinto
Mientras Juan Pedro bebía
Que Dios te lleve a su reino
Que perdone tu osadia
Voy a ganar la carrera
Y esa mujer va a ser mía
Y estando la Luna llena
Brindaron por la Maria
Era la hembra bonita
Que los dos hombres querian
Estando la Luna llena
Los dos a un tiempo contaron
Y donde hicieron el brindis
La polvadera dejaron
Pasado el medio llano
Los caballos se atracaban
Como si ya presintieran
Que a la muerte se acercaban
Y al llegar a la meta
Esa carrera empataban
Y estando la Luna llena
Descontaron sus pistolas
En el pueblo no había feria
En el pueblo no había bolas
Estando la Luna llena
Cinco balazos sonaros
Tres acabaron con Pedro
Dos a Jacinto mataron
Dos amigos
Dos caballos
Dos pistolas
Y un amor
Los amigos ya murieron
Las pistolas se perdieron
Los caballos sepa Dios
Dos amigos
Dos caballos
Dos pistolas
Y un amor
Los amigos ya murieron
Las pistolas se perdieron
La María se encuentra en flor
Death Race
On the starting line two horses
At the finish line two guns
In the town, there was no fair
There were no balls left
It was a death race
It was a race alone
Juan Pedro says to Jacinto
Let's have a drink
Because if Pinto fails you
Tonight, I'll finish you
And I know well that not even the wind
Can beat my Colorado
Then Jacinto said
While Juan Pedro was drinking
May God take you to his kingdom
Forgive your audacity
I'm going to win the race
And that woman will be mine
And with the full moon
They toasted to Maria
She was the beautiful woman
That both men wanted
With the full moon
They both counted at the same time
And where they toasted
They left the dust
Past the halfway point
The horses were struggling
As if they already sensed
That death was near
And upon reaching the finish line
They tied the race
And with the full moon
They drew their guns
In the town, there was no fair
There were no balls left
With the full moon
Five gunshots rang out
Three ended Pedro
Two killed Jacinto
Two friends
Two horses
Two guns
And a love
The friends have already died
The guns were lost
The horses, only God knows
Two friends
Two horses
Two guns
And a love
The friends have already died
The guns were lost
Maria is in bloom