Carrera a Muerte

On the line, two horses
At the finish line, two pistols
There was no fair in the town
There were no balls on the plain
It was a race to the death
It was a solo race

Juan Pedro said to Jacinto
Let's have a drink
Because if the Pinto fails you
Tonight I'll finish you off
And I know well that not even the wind
Beats my Colorado

Then Jacinto said
While Juan Pedro was drinking
May God take you to his kingdom
May he forgive your audacity
I'm going to win the race
And that woman is going to be mine

And the moon being full
They toasted to Maria
She was the pretty female
That the two men wanted

Being the full moon
The two of them told at the same time
And where they made the toast
The dust they left

Past the middle plain
The horses were stuck
As if they already sensed it
That they were approaching death
And upon reaching the goal
That race tied

And the moon being full
They took down their pistols
There was no fair in the town
There were no balls on the plain

Being the full moon
Five shots rang out
Three finished off Pedro
Two killed Jacinto

Two friends
Two horses
Two pistols
And a love

Friends have already died
The guns were lost
Horses, God knows

Two friends
Two horses
Two pistols
And a love

Friends have already died
The guns were lost
The Maria is in bloom