Joan Manuel Serrat — Manuel song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Manuel" by Joan Manuel Serrat.
Lyrics
Le llamaban Manuel, nació en España,
su casa era de barro, de barro y caña.
Las tierras del señor humedecían
su sudor y su llanto, día tras día.
Mendigo a jornal fijo como él no hubo
entre olivos y trigos, por un mendrugo.
Su casa era de barro, de barro y caña,
le llamaban Manuel, nació en España.
Le llamaban Manuel, nació en España,
su mundo era otro mundo, tras la montaña.
Del amo eran las tierras, camino abajo
las moras y las flores de los ribazos.
La mula y los arreos, el pan y el vino,
los árboles, las piedras y los caminos.
Su mundo era otro mundo, tras la montaña,
le llamaban Manuel, nació en España.
Le llamaban Manuel, nació en España,
ella guardaba un hijo en sus entrañas.
Nunca nada fue suyo, nada tuvieron,
por eso lloró tanto cuando murieron.
Él con sus propias manos cavó una fosa
sepultando sus sueños junto a su esposa.
Ella guardaba un hijo en sus entrañas,
le llamaban Manuel, nació en España.
Le llamaban Manuel, nació en España,
le vieron alejarse una mañana.
Del amo era el olivo, donde lo hallaron
y la soga de esparto que desataron.
Y el pedazo de tierra donde hoy se pudre
y el trigo que en la sierra su tumba cubre.
Le vieron alejarse una mañana.
Le llamaban Manuel, nació en España.
Lyrics translation
They called him Manuel, he was born in Spain,
his house was made of mud, of mud and cane.
The Lord's lands were moistening
his sweat and his crying, day after day.
Beggar to jornal fixed as he there was no
between olive trees and wheat, by a mendrugo.
His house was of clay, of clay and cane,
they called him Manuel, he was born in Spain.
They called him Manuel, he was born in Spain,
his world was another world, behind the mountain.
From the master were the lands, way down
the blackberries and the flowers of the ribazos.
The mule and the harnesses, the bread and the wine,
the trees, the stones and the roads.
His world was another world, behind the mountain,
they called him Manuel, he was born in Spain.
They called him Manuel, he was born in Spain,
she kept a son in her womb.
Nothing was ever yours, nothing they had,
that's why he cried so much when they died.
He with his own hands dug a pit
burying his dreams with his wife.
She kept a son in her bowels,
they called him Manuel, he was born in Spain.
They called him Manuel, he was born in Spain,
he was seen walking away one morning.
The master's was the olive tree, where they found it
and the esparto rope they unleashed.
And the piece of land where it rots today
and the wheat that in the saw his grave covers.
He was seen walking away one morning.
They called him Manuel, he was born in Spain.