Lyrics of Carrera Contra La Muerte - Los Tigres Del Norte

Carrera Contra La Muerte (original)

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

(translation)

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