Paroles et traduction Ezequiel Peña - Manuel Juárez

Manuel Juárez

En un ranchito en la sierra
Felliz vivía Maunuel Juárez
Errendando sus caballos, cuidando susu propiedades
Trabajando bien sus tierras,
Poco sale a las ciudades
Bonita estaba su chata,
Estaban recién casados,
Vivían en casa de adobe,
Pero bien enamorados.

La feria del cuarto viernes, señores,
Se celebraba en el pueblo,
Cerca de semana santa,
Pero andaba suelto el diablo.

Manuel ensilla una yegua,
También su potro más fino,
Con su sonrisa y su chata,
Con rumbo al pueblo se vino,
¡caramba! ¡qué mala pata! ¡qué jugada del destino!.
Un tipo grita en la calle: ¡ay que rechulas caderas!
No se refería a la yegua
Y esas si son tiznaderas.

Manuel le dió vuelta al potro,
El otro sacó pistola,
Juárez es herido de un brazo,
El otro muerto hecho bola
En las patas del caballo que Manuel Juárez adora.

Testigos hubo del caso,
Y aunque a Manuel aprehesaron,
Luego de averigûaciones, en libertad lo dejaron
Mientras que calladamente al hocicón sepultaron.
Y en un ranchito en la sierra, allá vive Manuel Juárez
Con sus hiloos y su chata
Tiene pocas amistades
Trabaja cuacos y tierras, ya no sale a la ciudades.

Yo con esta me despido, señores,
Y les recuerdo una cosa:
Que aunque sea humilde el ranchero,
Hay que respetar su esposa.

Manuel Juárez

In a small ranch in the mountains
Manuel Juárez lived happily
Renting his horses, taking care of his properties
Working his land well,
He rarely went to the cities
His girl was beautiful,
They had just gotten married,
They lived in an adobe house,
But they were very much in love.

The fair on the fourth Friday, dear lady,
Was celebrated in the village,
Around Easter,
But the devil was on the loose.

Manuel saddles a mare,
Also his finest stallion,
With his smile and his girl,
He headed for the village,
Oops! What bad luck! What a twist of fate!
A guy shouts in the street: Oh, what lovely hips!
He wasn't referring to the mare
And those are real scorchers.

Manuel turned the stallion around,
The other guy pulled out a gun,
Juárez was wounded in the arm,
The other one was dead in a heap
At the feet of the horse that Manuel Juárez adored.

There were witnesses,
And although Manuel was arrested,
After some investigations, he was set free
While the loudmouth was quietly buried.
And in a small ranch in the mountains, there lives Manuel Juárez
With his foals and his girl
He has few friends
He works horses and land, he doesn't go to the cities anymore.

I'll say goodbye here, dear lady,
And I'll remind you of one thing:
Even though the rancher may be humble,
You must respect his wife.