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El Moro y la Mora

De una carrera famosa, cantando doy mi recuerdos.
Entre la Mora y el Moro, de la fecha bien me acuerdo.
Fue un 29 de junio, el mero Dia de San Pedro.

La Mora de la Florida, ya conocia la fortuna.
De Mexico ser campeona, y hermosa como la luna.
Su dueño decia orgulloso, como mi Mora ninguna.

Del Moro pocos sabian, cual era su trayectoria.
Unos decian que cruzo, la Graldibia divisoria.
Otros que fue en Culiacán, donde empezara su historia.

Cerca de diez mil gargantas, gritaban con voz de trueno.
Cuando los dos contendientes, reconocian el terreno.
Unos decian que la Mora, otros que el Moro era el bueno.

Cuando se abrieron las puertas, el Moro se resbaló.
Voló con las cuatro patas, su jinete lo apoyo.
Pasando la media tierra, la yegua ya no lo vio.

Fueron muchos los relojes, que no pudieron marcar.
El tiempo es acto del Moro, porque cayo al arrancar.
Se quedaron con las ganas, tal vez nunca lo sabran.

Fueron muchas la fortunas, las que cambiaron de manos.
Nunca en Alhuey se habia visto, tanto dinero rolando.
Billetes de color verde, y dinero mexicano.

El Moro de unos amigos, de Cosala Sinaloa.
Su triunfi esta festejando, con musica de tambora.
La cuenta no le preocupa, va a costillas de la Mora.

El Moro ya se retira, llevandose la corona.
Porque le gano a la Mora, que presumia de campeona.
Demostrandole de paso, que era puro fanfarrona.

The Moor and the Moorish Woman

I'm singing about a famous race, giving you my memories.
I remember the date well, it was between the Moor and the Moorish Woman.
It was on June 29th, the very day of Saint Peter.

The Moorish Woman from Florida, already knew fortune.
She was a champion from Mexico, beautiful as the moon.
Her owner proudly said, "There's no Moorish Woman like mine."

Few knew about the Moor, what his career was like.
Some said he crossed the Graldibia border.
Others said it was in Culiacán where his story began.

Nearly ten thousand throats roared, with thunderous voices.
When the two contenders acknowledged the ground.
Some said the Moorish Woman, others said the Moor was the good one.

When the gates opened, the Moor slipped.
He flew on all fours, his rider supported him.
After passing the halfway point, the mare didn't see him anymore.

There were many clocks that couldn't mark the time.
The time is the Moor's act, because he fell at the start.
They were left wanting, maybe they'll never know.

There were many fortunes that changed hands.
Never in Alhuey had so much money been rolling.
Green bills, and Mexican money.

The Moor from some friends in Cosala Sinaloa.
He's celebrating his triumph, with drum music.
He doesn't worry about the bill, it's on the Moorish Woman's tab.

The Moor is retiring, taking the crown.
Because he beat the Moorish Woman, who boasted of being a champion.
Showing her along the way that she was a pure show-off.