Текст и перевод песни Joan Sebastian - 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 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 bebia
Que Dios te lleve a su reino
Que perdone tu osadia
Voy a ganar la carrera
Y esa mujer va a ser mia

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 habia feria
En el pueblo no habia 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.

Race to Death

Two horses at the starting line
Two guns at the finish line
There was no fair in town
There were no more marbles in it
It was a race to the death
It was a race all alone

Juan Pedro tells Jacinto
Let's have a drink
Because if you fail the Pinto
I'll end you tonight
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
And forgive your audacity
I'll win the race
And that woman will be mine

And when the moon was full
They toasted to Maria
She was the beautiful female
That the two men wanted
When the moon was full
The two counted at the same time
And where they made the toast
They left the dust behind

Halfway across the plain
The horses were racing neck and neck
As if they already felt
That they were approaching death
And when they reached the finish line
That race was a tie

And when the moon was full
They drew their pistols
There was no fair in town
There were no marbles in town
When the moon was full
Five loud gunshots
Three killed Pedro
Two killed Jacinto

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

Two friends
Two horses
Two pistols
And a love
The friends are dead
The pistols are lost
Maria is in bloom.