Translation of the song lyrics Manuel Juarez - Joan Sebastian

Manuel Juarez (original)

En un ranchito en la sierra
Feliz vivía Manuel Juarez
Arrendando sus caballos
Cuidando sus propiedades
Trabajando bien su tierra
Poco sale a las ciudades
Bonita estaba su chata
Estaban recien casados
Vivían en casa de adobe
Pero bien enamorados
La feria del cuarto viernes
Se celebraba en el pueblo
Cerca de semana santa
Pero andaba suelto el diablo
Y arriba Sinaloa amigoo
Manuel ensillá una yegua
Tambien su potro mas fino
Con su sonrisa y su chata
Con rumbo al pueblo se vino
Caramba que mala pata
Que jugada del destino
Un tipo grita en la calle
Haaay que rechulas caderas
No se referia a la yegua
Y esas si son tiznaderas
Manuel le dió vuelta al potro
Y el otro sacó pistola
Juaréz herido de un brazo
El otro muerto echo bola
En las patas del caballo
Que Manuel Juaréz adora
Testigos hubo del caso
Y aunque a Manuel apresaron
Luego de averiguaciones
En libertad lo dejaron
Mientras que calladamente
Al ocicon sepultaron
Y en un ranchito en la sierra
Alla vive Manuel Juaréz
Con sus hijos y su chata
Tiene pocas amistades
Trabaja cuacos y tierra
Ya no sale a las ciudades
Yo con esta me despido señores
Y les recuerdo una cosa
Que aunque sea humilde el ranchero
Hay que respetar su esposa

Manuel Juarez (translation)

In a little ranch in the mountains
Happy lived Manuel Juarez
Leasing your horses
Taking care of your properties
Working your land well
Little goes out to the cities
Pretty was her flat
They were just married
They lived in an adobe house
but well in love
The Fourth Friday Fair
It was celebrated in the town
Near Easter
But the devil was loose
And up Sinaloa friend
Manuel saddled a mare
Also his finest colt
With her smile and her flat
Heading for the town he came
Damn what a bad leg
what a play of fate
A guy screams in the street
Haaay you rechulas hips
He was not referring to the mare
And those are tiznaderas
Manuel turned the colt
And the other pulled out a gun
Juarez wounded in one arm
The other dead ball
in the horse's legs
That Manuel Juarez adores
There were witnesses to the case
And although Manuel was arrested
After inquiries
In freedom they left him
while quietly
al ocicon buried
And in a little ranch in the mountains
There lives Manuel Juarez
With his children and his chata
He has few friends
He works cuacos and land
He no longer goes out to the cities
With this I say goodbye, gentlemen
And I remind you of one thing
That although the rancher is humble
You have to respect your wife