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
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
Through the street he always goes staggering
He walks slowly and on foot
The beat is marking him, the rhythm goes from head to feet
The rain fell, people scatter, and Manuel keeps playing
He keeps playing and keeps looking for notes that scare and calm his thirst
Poor Manuel, and a girl falls on him
Poor Manuel, and the guitar breaks in three
Poor Manuel, couldn't have worse luck
Poor Manuel, what are you going to do?
Manuel is me, or Manuel is you, Manuel is anyone
Who has a virtue
He cures life's ills with drink
Sleeps on the avenue and doesn't take care of his health
His skill pulses, he hates the calendar, doesn't need it
He needs to talk, has an incendiary tongue
Sings his heart, sings his anger
Poor Manuel, a girl falls on him
Poor Manuel, and the guitar breaks in three
Poor Manuel, couldn't have worse luck
Poor Manuel, what are you going to do?
He doesn't want your money, just wants a healthy guitar to get by
From September to February, without catching pneumonia
In this damn city
He doesn't want your money, just wants a healthy guitar to get by
From September to February
And turn winter into cheerful solitude
You can learn, you can learn
If you look at Manuel, you can learn that life is not to be
To be or to seem, that some come and others go
Come and get bread, the sauce is running out
If you look at Manuel, you can learn that life is not to be
To be or to seem, that some come and others go, come and get bread
The sauce is running out
If you look at Manuel
He doesn't want your money
From September to February
Just wants a healthy guitar to get by
Without catching pneumonia
In this damn city
He doesn't want your money
Just wants a healthy guitar to get by
From September to February
And turn winter into cheerful solitude