Pobre Manuel - La Raíz

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!

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!