Carrera Contra La Muerte - Los Tigres Del Norte

Quiso ganarle a la muerte

Quiso ganar la carrera

Tres años sin verla y no la alcanzo

En una cruz de madera

Colgo los zapatos blancos

Que el dia de la boda el le prometio

Alzo los ojos al cielo

Y le gritaba te quiero

Soy el extranjero que al fin regreso

Te traigo mucho dinero

Dice la gente del pueblo

Que de tanto quererlo ella se murio

Debajo de su retrato

Tendio su vestido blanco

Y ahogado en el llanto su voz se escucho

«Si cuando pedi tu mano

LLegamos casi desnudos hasta el altar de la iglesia

Y yo arrastrando mi orgullo

Recuerdo que por ser pobres, no pudimos tener fiesta

Tu querias vestido blanco, y yo te lo prometi

Aunque tarde, ahi te lo dejo

Ojala que en la otra vida, el mundo sea, sea mas parejo

Porque yo sin tu cariño, no me morire de viejo»

Otro dia por la mañana

Se levanto el extranjero

Su niño y su perro y se despidio

Con gran dolor vio la tierra

Donde vivio su miseria

Y por culpa de ella su amada murio

Al paso de su caballo

Iban rezando un rosario

Por el novenario de la que adoro

En la ladera del cerro

Se oyo cantar un jilguero

Dicen que del cielo ella les canto

Quiso ganarle a la muerte

Quiso ganar la carrera

Tres años sin verla y no la alcanzo

He wanted to beat death

wanted to win the race

Three years without seeing her and I can't reach her

On a wooden cross

I hang up the white shoes

That on the day of the wedding he promised her

I raise my eyes to the sky

And she shouted I love you

I am the foreigner who finally returned

I bring you a lot of money

Say the townspeople

That from loving him so much she died

under his portrait

She held out her white dress

And drowned in tears her voice was heard

«Yes, when I asked for your hand

We arrived almost naked to the altar of the church

And I dragging my pride

I remember that because we were poor, we couldn't have a party

You wanted a white dress, and I promised you

Although late, I'll leave it there

Hopefully in the afterlife, the world will be, be more equal

Because without your love, I will not die of old age»

another day in the morning

The foreigner got up

Her child of hers and her dog of hers and she said goodbye

With great pain she saw the earth

where he lived his misery

And because of her, her beloved died

At the pace of his horse

They were praying a rosary

For the novena of the one I adore

On the slope of the hill

I heard a goldfinch sing

They say that from heaven she sang to them

She wanted to beat death

wanted to win the race

Three years without seeing her and I can't reach her