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.

Translated Version

In the line two horses
At the finish line two pistols
There was no fair in the village
In it there were no more balls
It was a race to the death
It was a solo race.

Juan Pedro tells Jacinto
Let's have a drink.
Because if you miss the Pinto
I'm finishing you up tonight.
And I know well that not even the wind
He beats my Colorado

Then said Jacinto
While John Peter drinks
May God lead you to his kingdom
Forgive your osadia
I'm going to win the race.
And that woman is going to be mine.

And when the moon is full
They toasted the Maria
She was the pretty female.
That the two men wanted
being the full moon
both at one time counted
and where they made the toast
the duster left

past the half-plain
horses docked
as if they were already presenting
who were approaching death
and when you reach the finish line
that race tied

and when the moon is full
discounted their guns
in the village there was no fair
in the village there were no balls
being the full moon
five bullets ringing
three wiped out Pedro
two to Jacinto killed

of friends
two horses
two pistols
and a love
friends have already died
the guns were lost
horses know God

of friends
two horses
two pistols
and a love
friends have already died
the guns were lost
Mary is in bloom.