Paroles et traduction Ramón Ayala y Sus Bravos Del Norte - Manuel Juárez

Manuel Juárez

En un ranchito en la sierra
Felliz vivía Maunuel Juárez
Arrendando sus caballos, cuidando sus 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 grito 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 hijos y su chata
Tiene pocas amistades
Trabaja cuacos y tierras,
Ya no sale a la ciudades.

Ya 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 out his horses, tending his properties
Working his land well,
He rarely leaves for the cities

His sweetheart was beautiful,
They were newlyweds,
They lived in an adobe house,
But they were deeply in love.

The fair on the fourth Friday, gentlemen,
Was held in the town,
Close to Easter week,
But the devil was on the loose.

Manuel saddled a mare,
Also his finest stallion,
With his smile and his sweetheart,
He set off for the town,
Darn it! What bad luck!
What a twist of fate!
A guy shouted in the street:
Hey, what nice hips!
He wasn't referring to the mare
And those really are full of soot.

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

There were witnesses to the incident,
And although Manuel was arrested,
After an investigation, he was set free
While the loudmouth was buried quietly.
And in a small ranch in the mountains,
Manuel Juárez lives there
With his children and his sweetheart
He has few friends
He works on horses and land,
He no longer goes to the cities.

Now, with this I say goodbye, gentlemen,
And I remind you of one thing:
That even if the rancher is humble,
You must respect his wife.