In the line two horses
In the goal two pistols
In the village there was no fair
In him there were no balls
It was a race to the death
It was a solo race
Juan Pedro says to Jacinto
Let's have a drink
Because if the Pinto fails you
I'll finish you tonight
And I know? well that neither the wind
You beat my Colorado
Then Jacinto said
While Juan Pedro was drinking
May God take you to his kingdom
I forgive your daring
I will win the race
And that woman is going to be mine
And being the full moon
They offered for the Maria
It was the pretty female
That the two men wanted
being the full moon
the two at a time told
and where they made the toast
the dustbin left
past the flat half
the horses were docked
as if they already sensed
that death was approaching
and when you reach the goal
that race tied
and being the full moon
discounted their pistols
in the village there was no fair
in the town there were no balls
being the full moon
five sonar bullets
three ended with Pedro
two to Jacinto killed
two friends
two horses
two guns
and a love
the friends have already died
the guns were lost
the horses know God
two friends
two horses
two guns
and a love
the friends have already died
the guns were lost
The Sea is in bloom.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)