Текст и перевод песни La Raíz - Pobre Manuel

Pobre Manuel

Por la calle va siempre vacilando
Camina lento y a pie.
El soniquete se le va marcando, el ritmo lleva cabeza a pies.
Cayó el agüita, la gente escampa, y sigue tocando Manuel
Sigue tocando y sigue buscando notas que espanten y calmen su sed.

Pobre Manuel, y una muchacha cae encima de él.
Pobre Manuel, y la guitarra se rompe en tres.
Pobre Manuel, peor suerte no podía tener.
Pobre Manuel, que vas a hacer? Manuel soy yo, o Manuel eres tú, Manuel es cualquiera
Que tenga una virtud.
Cura los males de la vida con bebida
Duerme en la avenida y no le cuida su salud.
La habilidad le palpita, odia el calendario no lo necesita.
Necesita hablar, tiene una lengua incendiaria.
Canta su corazón, canta su rabia.

Pobre Manuel, una muchacha cae encima de él.
Pobre Manuel, y la guitarra se rompe en tres.
Pobre Manuel, peor suerte no podía tener.
Pobre Manuel, qué vas a hacer?

Él no quiere tu dinero, solo quiere una guitarra sana pa poder pasar
De Septiembre a Febrero, sin pillar una pulmonía
En esta maldita ciudad.
Él no quiere tu dinero, solo quiere una guitarra sana pa poder pasar
De septiembre a febrero,
Y convertir el invierno, en alegre soledad.

Podrás aprender, podrás aprender.

Si te fijas en Manuel, podrás aprender que la vida no es estar, ser o parecer, que unos vienen y otros van, ven y pilla pan, que la salsa se agota...
Por la calle va siempre vacilando
Camina lento y a pie.
El soniquete se le va marcando, el ritmo lleva cabeza a pies.
Cayó el agüita, la gente escampa, y sigue tocando Manuel
Sigue tocando y sigue buscando notas que espanten y calmen su sed.

Pobre Manuel, y una muchacha cae encima de él.
Pobre Manuel, y la guitarra se rompe en tres.
Pobre Manuel, peor suerte no podía tener.
Pobre Manuel, que vas a hacer?

Manuel soy yo, o Manuel eres tú, Manuel es cualquiera
Que tenga una virtud.
Cura los males de la vida con bebida
Duerme en la avenida y no le cuida su salud.
La habilidad le palpita, odia el calendario no lo necesita.
Necesita hablar, tiene una lengua incendiaria.
Canta su corazón, canta su rabia.

Pobre Manuel, una muchacha cae encima de él.
Pobre Manuel, y la guitarra se rompe en tres.
Pobre Manuel, peor suerte no podía tener.
Pobre Manuel, qué vas a hacer?

Él no quiere tu dinero, solo quiere una guitarra sana pa poder pasar
De Septiembre a Febrero, sin pillar una pulmonía
En esta maldita ciudad.
Él no quiere tu dinero, solo quiere una guitarra sana pa poder pasar
De septiembre a febrero,
Y convertir el invierno, en alegre soledad.

Podrás aprender, podrás aprender.

Si te fijas en Manuel, podrás aprender que la vida no es estar, ser o parecer, que unos vienen y otros van, ven y pilla pan, que la salsa se agota...

Si te fijas en Manuel, podrás aprender que la vida no es estar, ser o parecer, que unos vienen y otros van, ven y pilla pan, que la salsa se agota...
Si te fijas en Manuel...

Él no quiere tu dinero,
De Septiembre a Febrero, solo quiere una guitarra sana pa poder pasar, sin pillar una pulmonía
En esta maldita ciudad.
Él no quiere tu dinero, solo quiere una guitarra sana pa poder pasar.
De septiembre a febrero, y convertir el invierno, en alegre soledad.

Poor Manuel

He struts down the street, always showing off,
Walking slow, on foot.
The rhythm marks his stride, head to toe, in perfect beat.
The rain falls, people scatter, but Manuel keeps playing
He keeps playing, searching for notes to banish his thirst and bring him peace.

Poor Manuel, a girl falls right on top of him.
Poor Manuel, his guitar breaks in three.
Poor Manuel, his luck couldn't be worse.
Poor Manuel, what will you do? Manuel is me, or Manuel is you, Manuel is anyone
With a talent to share.
He cures life's woes with a drink,
Sleeps on the avenue, neglecting his health.
His skill pulsates within him, he hates the calendar, doesn't need it.
He needs to speak, his tongue is a fire.
He sings his heart, sings his rage.

Poor Manuel, a girl falls right on top of him.
Poor Manuel, his guitar breaks in three.
Poor Manuel, his luck couldn't be worse.
Poor Manuel, what will you do?

He doesn't want your money, just a healthy guitar to get him through
From September to February, without catching pneumonia
In this damned city.
He doesn't want your money, just a healthy guitar to get him through
From September to February,
And turn winter into a joyful solitude.

You can learn, you can learn.

If you watch Manuel, you can learn that life isn't about being, having, or appearing, that some come and others go, come and get your bread, the sauce is running out...
He struts down the street, always showing off,
Walking slow, on foot.
The rhythm marks his stride, head to toe, in perfect beat.
The rain falls, people scatter, but Manuel keeps playing
He keeps playing, searching for notes to banish his thirst and bring him peace.

Poor Manuel, a girl falls right on top of him.
Poor Manuel, his guitar breaks in three.
Poor Manuel, his luck couldn't be worse.
Poor Manuel, what will you do?

Manuel is me, or Manuel is you, Manuel is anyone
With a talent to share.
He cures life's woes with a drink,
Sleeps on the avenue, neglecting his health.
His skill pulsates within him, he hates the calendar, doesn't need it.
He needs to speak, his tongue is a fire.
He sings his heart, sings his rage.

Poor Manuel, a girl falls right on top of him.
Poor Manuel, his guitar breaks in three.
Poor Manuel, his luck couldn't be worse.
Poor Manuel, what will you do?

He doesn't want your money, just a healthy guitar to get him through
From September to February, without catching pneumonia
In this damned city.
He doesn't want your money, just a healthy guitar to get him through
From September to February,
And turn winter into a joyful solitude.

You can learn, you can learn.

If you watch Manuel, you can learn that life isn't about being, having, or appearing, that some come and others go, come and get your bread, the sauce is running out...

If you watch Manuel, you can learn that life isn't about being, having, or appearing, that some come and others go, come and get your bread, the sauce is running out...
If you watch Manuel...

He doesn't want your money,
From September to February, just a healthy guitar to get him through, without catching pneumonia
In this damned city.
He doesn't want your money, just a healthy guitar to get him through.
From September to February, and turn winter into a joyful solitude.