Translation of the song lyrics Pobre Manuel - La Raíz

Pobre Manuel (original)

Por la calle va siempre vacilando
Camina lento y a pie
El soniquete-quete que se le va marcando le el ritmo lleva cabeza a pies
Cayó la agüita, la gente escampa
Sigue tocando Manué
Piensa que es oro por tocar tambien
una version de bob marley
y una muchacha cae encima de él
y la guitarra se rompe en tres
Yo me pregunto, si fue a querer
Pobre Manuel, ¿qué vas a hacer?
Yo no quiere tu dinero
sólo quiere mi guitarra sana pa' poder tocar
una de cal y una de mero (?)
que la gente me regale algo pa' poder pasar
de septiembre a febrero
sin pillar una pulmonía en esta maldita ciudad
Mi guitarra es lo que mas quiero
Si me la quitas caigo dentro de un pozo sin final
Cucu cu Rastaman
Cucu cu Si te fijas en Manuel podrás aprender
que la vida no es estar, ser o parecer
Unos vienen y otros van, ven y pilla pan
que la salsa se agota y aqui no se cuece otra
La etiqueta de la persona no son para identificar
con su ropa no hay que encasillar
cu dinero no t va a sacar del camino que lleva a la felicidad
Cucu cu Rastaman
Cucu cu Por la calle va siempre vacilando
Camina lento y a pie
El soniquete-quete va marcando le el ritmo lleva cabeza a pies
Cayó la agüita, la gente escampa
Sigue tocando Manué
Piensa que es oro por tocar tambien
una version de bob marley
y una muchacha cae encima de él
y la guitarra se rompe en tres
Yo me pregunto, si fue a querer
Pobre Manuel, ¿qué vas a hacer?
Yo no quiere tu dinero
sólo quiere mi guitarra sana pa' poder tocar
una de cal y una de mero (?)
que la gente me regale algo pa' poder pasar
de septiembre a febrero
sin pillar una pulmonía en esta maldita ciudad
Mi guitarra es lo que mas quiero
Si me la quitas caigo dentro de un pozo sin final
Cucu cu Rastaman
Cucu cu Si te fijas en Manuel podrás aprender
que la vida no es estar, ser o parecer
Unos vienen y otros van, ven y pilla pan
que la salsa se agota y aqui no se cuece otra
La etiqueta de la persona no son para identificar
con su ropa no hay que encasillar, cu dinero no t va a sacar del camino que lleva a la felicidad
sacate esa mujer no era para comer
y que el ritmo no se pare, dale palmas y cantee
baila para manué meneandose muy bien
la camela y se la lleva, con sonido a cama weey
____ Se le ve en un hyundai coupe
con la luna en la mira, que feliz se le ve
y la lleva manué, la que siempre busque
ahora suena en la radio un bacama wey!

Pobre Manuel (translation)

Down the street he always hesitates
Walk slow and on foot
The soniquete-quete that is marking the rhythm takes him from head to toe
The little water fell, the people cleared
Keep playing Manué
Think it's gold to touch too
a version of bob marley
and a girl falls on top of him
and the guitar breaks in three
I wonder if it was to want
Poor Manuel, what are you going to do?
I don't want your money
he only wants my healthy guitar to be able to play
one of lime and one of mere (?)
that people give me something to be able to spend
from september to february
without catching pneumonia in this damn city
My guitar is what I love most
If you take it away from me, I fall into an endless well
Cucu cu Rastaman
Cucu cu If you look at Manuel you can learn
that life is not to be, to be or to seem
Some come and others go, come and get bread
that the sauce is exhausted and here no other is cooked
The tag of the person are not to identify
with his clothes you don't have to pigeonhole
cu money is not going to get you out of the way that leads to happiness
Cucu cu Rastaman
Cucu cu On the street he always hesitates
Walk slow and on foot
The soniquete-quete marks the rhythm from head to toe
The little water fell, the people cleared
Keep playing Manué
Think it's gold to touch too
a version of bob marley
and a girl falls on top of him
and the guitar breaks in three
I wonder if he was going to want
Poor Manuel, what are you going to do?
I don't want your money
he only wants my healthy guitar to be able to play
one of lime and one of mere (?)
that people give me something to be able to spend
from september to february
without catching pneumonia in this damn city
My guitar is what I love most
If you take it away from me, I fall into an endless well
Cucu cu Rastaman
Cucu cu If you look at Manuel you can learn
that life is not to be, to be or to seem
Some come and others go, come and get bread
that the sauce is exhausted and here no other is cooked
The tag of the person are not to identify
with your clothes you don't have to pigeonhole, how much money is not going to get you out of the way that leads to happiness
get out that woman was not to eat
and that the rhythm does not stop, clap your hands and sing
she dances for manué wiggling very well
the scam and takes it away, with the sound of a weey bed
____ He ​​is seen in a hyundai coupe
with the moon in his sights, how happy he looks
and manué wears it, the one i always look for
now a bacama sounds on the radio wey!