Joan Sebastian — Manuel Juarez song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Manuel Juarez" by Joan Sebastian.
Lyrics
En un ranchito en la sierra
felliz vivía Maunuel Juárez
errendando sus caballos, cuidando susu propiedades
trabajando bien sus tierras,
poco sale a las ciudades
Bonita estaba su chata,
estaban recién casados,
vivían en casa de adobe,
pero bien enamorados.
La feria del cuarto viernes, señores,
se celebraba en el pueblo,
cerca de semana santa,
pero andaba suelto el diablo.
Manuel ensilla una yegua,
también su potro más fino,
con su sonrisa y su chata,
con rumbo al pueblo se vino,
¡caramba! ¡qué mala pata! ¡qué jugada del destino!
Un tipo grita en la calle: ¡ay que rechulas caderas!
no se refería a la yegua
y esas si son tiznaderas.
Manuel le dió vuelta al potro,
el otro sacó pistola,
Juárez es herido de un brazo,
el otro muerto hecho bola
en las patas del caballo que Manuel Juárez adora.
Testigos hubo del caso,
y aunque a Manuel aprehesaron,
luego de averigûaciones, en libertad lo dejaron
mientras que calladamente al hocicón sepultaron.
Y en un ranchito en la sierra, allá vive Manuel Juárez
con sus hiloos y su chata
tiene pocas amistades
trabaja cuacos y tierras, ya no sale a la ciudades.
Yo con esta me despido, señores,
y les recuerdo una cosa:
que aunque sea humilde el ranchero,
hay que respetar su esposa.
Lyrics translation
On a little ranch in the sierra
felliz lived Maunuel Juarez
wandering their horses, taking care of their property
working their land well,
little goes to the cities
Pretty was her chata,
they were just married.,
they lived in adobe's House,
but well in love.
The fourth Friday Fair, gentlemen,
it was held in the village,
near Easter week,
but the devil was loose.
Manuel saddles a mare,
also its finest foal,
with his smile and his chata,
on the way to the village came,
wow! what a bad leg! what a play of fate!
A guy yells in the street: Oh, you squishy hips!
he didn't mean the mare.
and those are blotches.
Manuel turned the colt around,
the other drew a gun,
Juarez is injured in an arm,
the other dead made ball
on the legs of the horse that Manuel Juarez loves.
There were witnesses of the case,
and although Manuel was apprehended,
after inquiries, he was released
while quietly at the muzzle buried.
And in a little ranch in the sierra, there lives Manuel Juarez
with its threads and its chata
he has few friends
he works cuacos and lands, no longer goes to the cities.
I say good-bye to this one, gentlemen.,
and I remind you of one thing:
that even if the rancher is humble,
you have to respect your wife.