N'y vas pas Manuel

He was only ten but already
A fighter, a smartass, full of rage
He wanted to be tough just like in the movies
And everywhere, he was the one calling the shots
He spent his days running through the streets
Only thinking about fighting, about throwing punches…
His mother, desperate and at her wit's end
Spent all her time begging:

Don't go, Manuel, don't go
There are things in life you just don't do
And later you'll regret it
Don't go! Don't go!
When one day you finally understand
That you really messed up doing this
It'll be way too late, don't go
Manuel, don't go.

Now he's a man
Who doesn't like the cops
He doesn't want anyone meddling in his business
To live the good life, you need a lot of cash
And for that, there aren't many ways
Work bores him and it's just tiring
He gets by just fine without much effort
His wife, whom he spoils but who doesn't ask for much
Tells him every night when he goes out:

Don't go, Manuel, don't go
There are things in life you just don't do
And later you'll regret it
Don't go! Don't go!
When one day you finally understand
That you really messed up doing this
It'll be way too late, don't go
Manuel, don't go.

But Manuel doesn't give a damn about their sermons
Tonight, he's pulling off a big score
It'll be the last one because by tomorrow morning
He's starting fresh in America
With a light and easy step, he walks calmly
To the place where they have a meeting
Everything is quiet yet he vaguely hears
A voice coming from who knows where:

Don't go, Manuel, don't go…
There are things in life you just don't do…
And later, you'll regret it…
Don't go! Don't go!
Watch out, Manuel, be careful! Watch out,
Manuel, don't go!...
Manuel, watch out Ma-nu-el...!
Ohhh!... Manuel!...