El Moro y La Sangrita
Los Comanches de Navojoa
The Moor and The Little Blood
From Navojoa he came
Arrived that silver Moor
To run in the chucarit
They had him prepared
That's what his owner said
Mr. Mario Alvarado
The Little Blood, his rival
Was not just any mare
Known in Sonora
For being fast and stubborn
In the first hundred meters
She didn't lose the lead
I remember that day
It has never left me
On the riverbanks
The track had been arranged
They would run in three heats
That's how they had agreed
There was plenty to choose from
For the hidden people
In a hundred meters to the mare
And in two hundred divided
In the poles to the horse
The bets were shared
The Little Blood won in a hundred
As many thought
But in the 200 meters
The bettors argued
In the poles, the Moor won
That's how they predicted
Roberto Mendivil said
I saw the Moor win
But instantly the Chinese boy replied no
When a patrol arrived
And took them both away
There in the police station
They had to settle it
The doubt of this race
Will forever remain
Why the Moor and the Little Blood
Never played again
