Manel "Benvolgut" lyrics

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Benvolgut

Benvolgut, permet-me suposarque, malgrat que no haguem gaudit de presentació oficial,més o menys, així com jo, estàs assabentatde la meva existència, de les coses que faig.Benvolgut, jo ho reconec, què hi faré, covard de mi,no és que siguis cada tarda el meu tema preferit,vostres són les promeses que ningú ja complirà,vostres les nits que els telèfons no paraven de sonar.Però sí que et vaig veient en discos que al final no et vas enduri alguns quina meravella, i alguns que mai tindràs prou lluny,benvolgut, i en un somriure que fa sola caminanti en aquella foto antiga oblidada en un calaix:heu parat una furgoneta aprofitant la vista privilegiada d’una ciutat.Tu assenyales l’absis romànic d’una catedral i sou joves i forts!I sentiu l’eternitat al vostre davant!I, benvolgut, ni sospiteu que gent com joestem esperant.

I que simpàtics que se us veu, i quin mal devia fer,i m’ho imagino -o ho intento- i t’asseguro que comprencque encara avui, sense remei, tot trontolli un segonquan un amic, amb bona fe, pronuncia el vostre nom.Però vull pensar que tot va bé i que no enyores aquells temps,que fins i tot en recordar no saps per què però estàs contenti vas veient coses pel món que t’estan agradant tanti agraeixes que entre els dos em féssiu créixer amagat.Amagat en mentidetes, en dubtes emprenyadors,en cada intuïció fugaç d’una vida millor,amagat en “som molt joves per tenir res massa clar”,amagat en “no sé què és, però, nena, no puc respirar”.Ai, benvolgut, que estrany si un dia et van fer malel meu amor, la meva sort, les meves manso el meu dit resseguint-li la columna vertebral!Benvolgut, que ha arribat i es vol quedar!Ai aquests dits, no són senzills, de gent com joque estava esperant.

Benvolgut, ho deixo aquí, que sé que ets un home ocupat.Suposo que és moment d’acomiadar-me esperantno haver-te emprenyat massa, no haver semblat un boig,que la força ens acompanyi, adéu, fins sempre, sort!Per si un dia ens creuem ja em disculpo, que em conec,faré d’home seriós, esperaré darrere dretmentre tu li fas brometa, “veig que ara els busques alts”,mentre tu et reivindiques com molt més elegant.Farem adéu i marxarem i ella em dirà que t’ha vist velli, pas a pas, ja estaràs tan llunycom el cretí que abans d’entrar a Història li tocava el cularrambant-la contra els arbres del costat d’un institut.Ai, pobrets meus, com s’haguessin espantat,si entre els matolls, sortim tu i jo dient“ei, aquí els senyors, estem esperant.Xicots, aneu fent lloc,que estem esperant”.

Dear Sir

My Dear Sir, allow me to presumethat, although we haven't been formally introduced,you are awareof my existence, of the things I do.My Dear Sir, I admit, what can I do?, I'm a coward,you are not my favourite topic of conversation every afternoon.It's YOUR promises that no one will keep,It's YOUR nights when the telephones wouldn't stop ringing.But I do see you in records/souvenirs that you left behind:some that are marvellous, and some that I can't stand/tolerate.My Dear Sir, and in her smile when she's walking alone,and in some old photo forgotten in a drawer:(one in which) you had stopped your minibus so as to enjoy a beautiful view of a city.(another in which) You point out the romanesque apse of a cathedral and (in another) you are young & strong!And you guys sense the future in front of you!And, my Dear Sir, you don't suspect that people like me are waiting for our turn.

And how happy you look to us, and how much it must have hurtI imagine, (at least I try to), and I assure you that I understandthat even today, everything shakes hopelessly/my heart skips a beatwhen a friend, in good faith, calls out your name.But I want to believe that everything is OK and that you don't miss those times,that it makes you happy to remember them even though you don't know whyand you keep going to places (around the world) that you like a lotand you appreciate that (b/n the two) you were making me grow up hidden.Hidden in little lies, in troublesome doubts,in every fleeting thought of a better life,hidden in "we are too young to know what we are doing",hidden in "I don't know why, but Baby, I can't take it/I'm suffocating".Oh, my Dear Sir, how strange if one day you are hurt bymy love, my luck, my handsor my finger running down her spine!My Dear Sir, he has come to stay!Oh, these fingers aren't plain to people like me waiting for our turn.

My Dear Sir, I leave you now, I know that you are a busy man.I suppose that it's time to leave hopingthat I haven't bothered you, that I didn't come across as a madman.the force be with us, goodbye forever and good luck.For if one day we cross paths, I apologize for myself now, (I know myself too well),I will behave like a serious man, I will stand behindwhilst you joke, "I see that you go for tall guys now",whilst you claim that you are much more elegant/refined.We will say our goodbyes and go our ways and she will say to me that she thought you looked oldand, step by step, you will get further awaylike the dickhead that prior to entering history class would touch her arse/bumpushing her up against the trees (at the side) of the classroom building.Ay, my poor little ones, how frightened would they beif, we were to jump out from behind the bushes and say"Hey, listen here gentlemen, we are waiting for OUR go.Get lost, we are waiting for our go.

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