Los Fabulosos Cadillacs — Manuel Santillan, El Leon) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Manuel Santillan, El Leon)" by Los Fabulosos Cadillacs.
Lyrics
El leon esta escondido en el callejon
Sabe bien lo que le va a pasar
Entonces saca su revolver y va a disparar
La policia lo rodea sin tregua
Lo buscan por ajuste de cuentas
Y ese sargento que sin vacilar
Abre fuego y le da
Lo curioso es que antes de morir
El leon Santillan pronuncio palabras
Ante los oficiales que desconcertados miraban
Y les dijo:
Queridos enemigos de siempre,
Dejo este mundo de dolor
Nunca se olviden
Que ya toda la gente va hacia el mar
Coro: Van al mar, van al mar
Llanto, dolor, sufrimiento
De un pueblo se ahoga en el mar
Lo dijo el leon, Manuel Santillan
Lo dijo el leon, viejo peleador de San Telmo
Lo dijo el leon, Manuel Santillan el leon
Lo dijo el leon…
Los oficiales que vieron morir a Santillan
Abandonaron la institucion
Nunca mas se supo de ellos,
Del caso no se hablo mas
Sin embargo por el viejo San Telmo
En un sucio bodegon
Dicen que un borracho
Murmuro llorando las palabras que eran del leon
Y cuales eran, Manuel
Coro…
Lyrics translation
The lion is hiding in the alley
He knows what's going to happen to him.
Then he pulls out his revolver and he's going to shoot.
The police surround him relentlessly
They're looking for him by settling accounts.
And that sergeant who without hesitation
Open fire and give it
The funny thing is that before he died
The Leon Santillan pronounce words
To the bewildered officers who looked
And he told them:
Dear old enemies,
I leave this world of pain
Never forget
That already all the people go to the sea
Chorus: go to the sea, go to the sea
Crying, pain, suffering
Of a village drowning in the sea
That's what the leon said, Manuel Santillan.
Said the leon, old fighter of San Telmo
The leon said It, Manuel Santillan the leon
That's what the leon said.…
The officers who saw Santillan die
They left the institution
Never heard of them again.,
The case is over.
However by Old San Telmo
In a dirty bodegon
They say a drunk
I murmured weeping at the words that were of the lion
And what were they, Manuel?
Choir…