Текст и перевод песни Wilfran Castillo feat. Amaury Gutiérrez - Don Manuel

Don Manuel

Don Manuel partió del campo a la ciudad a trabajar
Sin saber que allá los sueños nunca alcanzan pa almorzar
Don manuel es de esos hombres, Como Polo Montañez
Que desvisten la nobleza enseguida que le ves.

Don Manuel Partió del campo y se encontró que en la ciudad,
Una taza de café cuesta mas que la dignidad
Que ironía mire usted, quien sabe donde andará
Aquella vaca pintada que él se cansaba de ordeñar

Y esos son los problemas de un hombre
Y los callos de sus manos
Y lo que queda de un cuerpo, hay ve
Que se sintió amenazado

Y esta. es la puerca que chillaba
Cuando en el monte asomaba
Ay que siempre quiso decirle, hay ve
Mane cuanto te extrañaba

Que problema de la vida
Después de tener ganado
Yo lo vi limpiando un carro afueras de un supermercado
Y con una situación que casi que lo vuelve loco
Sus tesoros son sus sueños
Y sus callos sus ahorros

Pobre Don Manuel

Si supieran cuantos Don Manuel
Hay en las calles.

Cerca de las doce y diez
Su tristeza me embistió
Me vi como es mi costumbre
El hombre se disculpó

Sáqueme de un laberinto
Con una libra de arroz
O califique mis sentidos
Vengo de parte de Dios

Yo se que no es su problema
Pero es que estoy muy cansado
Dijo ya va ser casi la una
Y vea usted yo ni he cenao

Debo dos meses de arriendo
En un parque donde duermo
Y los vagos de la calle
Ya estan que me hacen lanzamiento

(Que problema de la vida
Después de tanto ganado)
Hoy lo vi limpiando un carro afueras de un supermercado
Y esperando un secretario,
Pa' que lo ayude con la firma
(Que no hace mas que esperar el sueldo
Y desgastar la silla)

Hay no te rindas don Manuel
Que tu mundo no se acabado
Aunque ya no tengas finca
Arriba el cielo esta sembrado

(Que problema de la vida
Después de tanto ganado)
Hay encontrarte en una lista
Y que te digan: Hey!!!
Desplazado

Que ya no volverán los sueños de tu finca,
Tu montaña y tu ganado.

Hay pobre Don Manuel
Esto es de la vida Real.

Camina, Don Manuel, Camina
Que tu eres un caminante,
Y perdona a quien te hizo Errante.

Don Manuel dejó su vida
Bajo un puente peatonal
Se atrevió a cruzar corriendo
Una autopista en la ciudad

Quien hizo el levantamiento
Nunca pudo comprender
Que el no hizo caso al letrero
Porque no sabia leer.
Pobre, Don Manuel.

Don Manuel

Don Manuel left the countryside for the city to work
Without knowing that there dreams never reach lunch
Don Manuel is one of those men, Like Polo Montañez
Whose nobility can be seen as soon as you lay eyes on them.

Don Manuel left the countryside and found himself in the city,
Where a cup of coffee costs more than dignity
What irony! Who knows where he is now
That painted cow that he was tired of milking

And those are the problems of a man
And the calluses on his hands
And what is left of a body, oh
I felt threatened

And this is the little pig who squealed
When he showed up in the forest
Oh, how he always wanted to tell him, oh
Manuel, how much I miss you

What a problem of life
After having cattle
I saw him cleaning a car outside a supermarket
And with a situation that almost drove him crazy
His treasures are his dreams
And his calluses his savings

Poor Don Manuel

If only they knew how many Don Manuels there are
In the streets.

Close to twelve ten
His sadness hit me
I saw myself as I usually do
The man apologized

Get me out of the maze
With a pound of rice
Or qualify my senses
I come from God

I know it is not your problem
But I am very tired
He said it is almost one
And look at you, I haven't even had dinner

I owe two months of rent
In a park where I sleep
And the vagrants on the street
Are about to throw me out

(What a problem of life
After so much cattle)
Today I saw him cleaning a car outside a supermarket
And waiting for a secretary
To help him with his signature
(Who does nothing but wait for his paycheck
And wear out his chair)

Oh, don't give up, Don Manuel
Your world is not over
Even if you don't have a farm anymore
Above, the sky is sown

(What a problem of life
After so much cattle)
Oh, to find yourself on a list
And to be told: Hey!!!
Displaced

Your dreams of your farm will never return,
Your mountain and your cattle.

Oh, poor Don Manuel
This is real life.

Walk, Don Manuel, walk,
You are a walker
And forgive the one who made you a wanderer.

Don Manuel left his life
Under a pedestrian bridge
He dared to cross running
A highway in the city

The one who conducted the investigation
Could never understand
That he ignored the sign
Because he did not know how to read.
Poor, Don Manuel.