Текст и перевод песни Jorge Santacruz Y Su Grupo Quinto Elemento - Dicen De Manuel

Dicen De Manuel

Dicen que es un hombre malo
Que no tiene sentimientos
Que no le tiemblan las manos
Para detonar su cuerno

Dicen que el es un villano
Sin conocer sus motivos
Todos los que lo han juzgado
Jamás perdieron un hijo

Dicen que siempre en su funda
Conserva un arma primaria
Que es un experto en torturas
Y que no duda en usarlas
Dicen que vaga en su mente
Que la venganza a crecido
Que encontró modos diferentes
Para usar ese cuchillo

Dicen que a los mismos muertos
Los ha devuelto a la vida
Que el sucursal del infierno
Se convirtió en su guarida

Dicen que a veces no duerme
Cuando escarva con su retro
Que se pasa muchas lunas
Sepultando aquellos cuerpos

Que son mil almas en pena
Las que vagan de rodillas
Que tiene hielo en las venas
Y una mente asesina
Que despierta por las noches
Recordando su pasado
Y que aún se oyen las voces
De los que ha torturado

Dicen que no era de guerra
Que se la vivía en el rancho
Contemplando las estrellas
Respirando aire de campo

Disfrutaba de la cena
Cuando su tierra labraba
Los fríjoles en la mesa
Esos nunca hicieron falta

Lo llamaron para un cargo
Porque lo necesitaban
Con los huaraches cruzados
Se tercio un rifle a la espalda
No quieran cambiar la historia
Sus principios no son cuentos
Ya no inventen tantas cosas
A ver quién dijo miedo

Dicen que lo ven pensando
Sólo el sabrá las razones
Sí, lágrimas ha llorado
Son las lágrimas de un hombre

Dicen que es muy despiadado
Le han achacado de todo
Tal vez han exagerado
O tal vez se queden cortos

Dicen que su estilo es cruel
Que se le pasa la mano
Eso hicieron de Manuel
Y no están equivocados
Dicen que hay un perro negro
Que se ha vuelto su guardián
Ese perro escupe fuego
Porque es un cuerno alemán

Dicen esos que lo han visto
Que el señor sigue operando
Yo no niego ni confirmo
Preguntenselo al ondeado

They Say About Manuel

They say he's a bad man
That he has no feelings
That his hands don't tremble
To detonate his horn

They say he's a villain
Without knowing his motives
All who have judged him
Never lost a child

They say that he always in his holster
Keeps a primary weapon
That he's an expert in torture
And that he doesn't hesitate to use it
They say he goes crazy in his mind
That revenge has grown
That he found different ways
To use that knife

They say that to the dead themselves
He has brought them back to life
That the branch of hell
Became his lair

They say that sometimes he doesn't sleep
When he digs with his backhoe
That he spends many moons
Burying those bodies

That they are a thousand souls in torment
Those who wander on their knees
That he has ice in his veins
And a murderous mind
That he wakes up at night
Remembering his past
And that the voices can still be heard
Of those he has tortured

They say that he was not of war
That he lived on the ranch
Contemplating the stars
Breathing country air

He enjoyed dinner
When he tilled his land
The beans on the table
Those were never missing

They called him for a position
Because they needed him
With the crossed huaraches
He slung a rifle on his back
Don't want to change the story
His principles are not stories
Don't invent so many things
Let's see who said fear

They say they see him thinking
Only he will know the reasons
Yes, he has shed tears
They are the tears of a man

They say he's very ruthless
They have accused him of everything
Maybe they have exaggerated
Or maybe they fall short

They say his style is cruel
That he goes overboard
That's what they did to Manuel
And they are not wrong
They say there is a black dog
That has become his guardian
That dog spits fire
Because it's a German horn

They say those who have seen him
That the lord is still operating
I neither deny nor confirm
Ask the waving one