Translation of the song lyrics Manuel - Joan Manuel Serrat

Manuel (original)

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

Manuel (translation)

They called him Manuel, he was born in Spain
His house was made of mud, mud and cane
The lands of the lord moistened
Her sweat for him and her cry for him, day after day
There was no fixed wage beggar like him
Between olive trees and wheat, for a crust
His house was made of mud, mud and cane
They called him Manuel, he was born in Spain
They called him Manuel, he was born in Spain
His world of his was another world, behind the mountain
The land belonged to the master, down the road
The blackberries and the flowers of the banks
The mule and the harness, the bread and the wine
The trees, the stones and the paths
His world of his 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 theirs, they had nothing
That's why he cried so much when they died
He with his bare hands dug a pit
Burying his dreams with his wife
She kept a son in her womb
They called him Manuel, he was born in Spain
They called him Manuel, he was born in Spain
They saw him walk away one morning
The master belonged to the olive tree, where they found him
And the esparto rope that they untied
And the piece of land where it rots today
And the wheat that in the mountains covers his grave
They saw him walk away one morning
They called him Manuel, he was born in Spain