Lyrics and translation Mandy Jones - Manuel Santillan,El Leon

Manuel Santillan,El Leon

El león esta escondido en el callejón
Sabe bien lo que le va a pasar
Entonces saca su revolver y va a disparar
La policía lo rodea sin tregua
Lo buscan por ajuste de cuentas
Y ese sargento que sin vacilar
Abre fuego y le da
Lo curioso es que antes de morir
El león Santillan pronunció palabras
Ante los oficiales que desconcertados miraban
Y les dijo:
Queridos enemigos de siempre
Dejo este mundo de dolor
Nunca se olviden
Que ya toda la gente va hacia el mar
Van al mar, van al mar
Llanto, dolor, sufrimiento
De un pueblo se ahoga en el mar
Lo dijo el león, Manuel Santillan
Lo dijo el león, viejo peleador de San Telmo
Lo dijo el león, Manuel Santillan el león
Lo dijo el león...
Los oficiales que vieron morir a Santillan
Abandonaron la institución
Nunca mas se supo de ellos
Del caso no se hablo mas
Sin embargo por el viejo San Telmo
En un sucio bodegón
Dicen que un borracho
Murmuro llorando las palabras que eran del león
Y cuales eran, Manuel
Van al mar, van al mar
Llanto, dolor, sufrimiento
De un pueblo se ahoga en el mar

Manuel Santillan, The Lion

The lion is hiding in the alleyway
He knows well what will happen to him
So he takes out his revolver and shoots
The police surround him relentlessly
They are looking for him for a score-settling
And that sergeant who, without hesitation
Opens fire and hits him
The curious thing is that before he died
The lion Santillan uttered words
Before the officers who watched in bewilderment
And told them:
My dearest perpetual enemies
I leave this suffering world
Never forget
That the whole world is going to the sea
They're going to the sea, they're going to the sea
Weeping, sorrow, suffering
Of a people drowning in the sea
So said the lion, Manuel Santillan
So said the lion, veteran fighter from San Telmo
So said the lion, Manuel Santillan, the lion
So said the lion...
The officers who saw Santillan die
Abandoned the institution
They were never heard from again
The case was never spoken of again
However, in old San Telmo
At a dirty tavern
It is said that a drunkard
Repeated, crying, the lion's words
And what were they, Manuel?
They're going to the sea, they're going to the sea
Weeping, sorrow, suffering
Of a people drowning in the sea