Paroles et traduction Bruno de Jesús - Carrera A Muerte

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 dijo 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 osadía
Voy a ganar la carrera
Y esa mujer va a ser mía

Y estando la luna llena
Brindaron por la María
Era la hembra bonita
Que los dos hombres querían
Estando la luna llena
Los dos a un tiempo contaron
Y donde hicieron el brindis
La polvareda 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 ya no había bolas
Y estando la luna llena
Cinco balazos sonaron
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

Race to Death

At the starting line, two horses
At the finish line, two pistols
In the town, there was no fair
There were no more bullets
It was a race to death
It was a race without anyone else

Juan Pedro said to Jacinto
Let's have a drink
Because if Pinto fails you
I'll finish you off tonight
And I know that even the wind
Can't beat my Colorado

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

And under the full moon
They toasted to María
She was the beautiful woman
That both men desired
Under the full moon
Both men started at the same time
And where they made the toast
They left a cloud of dust

Halfway through the plains
The horses were struggling
As if they already sensed that they were approaching death
And when they reached the finish line
The race ended in a tie

And under the full moon
They pulled out their pistols
In the town, there was no fair
There were no more bullets
And under the full moon
Five shots rang out
Three killed Pedro
Two killed Jacinto

Two friends, two horses, two pistols
And a love
The friends are dead, the pistols are lost
God only knows where the horses are

Two friends, two horses, two pistols
And a love
The friends are dead, the pistols are lost
María is in bloom