Manel "Flor groga" lyrics

Flor groga

Ja sabem com t'agrada aixecar el braç i calcular el pol d'on ve el vent,Ja hem gaudit de l'estil que exhibeixes quan marxes corrents.Ja hem entès que ets una ànima errant que abandona les cases quan tothom dorm,Que t'agrada menjar quan hi ha gana i dormir si ve son.Però pensa't-ho bé que després, tard o d'hora, sempre arriba el momentQuan s'obre com una flor rara el penedimentI entens, com si totes les bruixes del món coincidissin llegint-te el futur,Que és cosa de temps que et sorprenguis pensant que ho tenies,Que jo creia en tu.

Ja sabem que tres mil aventures bateguen rabioses lluny d'aquest racó,Que els guerrers s'avorreixen si no hi ha una mica d'acció.Ja hem previst que només moriràs si algú et clava una daga daurada en el corI que on t'enterri una bona gent hi creixerà un roure fort.I és quasi entranyable que oblidis tan ràpid que sempre arriba el momentQuan s'obre com una flor groga el penediment.Si ho saps com si totes les bruixes del món t'estiguessin llençant un conjur,Una rima ancestral que et farà recordar que ho tenies,Que jo creia en tu.

Si em llevés i fos rei, reuniria les Corts per incloure en el codi penalQue es prohibeixi a la gent 'nar pel món buscant res que no pugui anomenar.Que la por estaria allà però, potser, per variar, aprendríem a passar-la juntsI no et veuria mai més explicant-me que bé estaves quan ho tenies,Quan jo creia en tu.

Yellow flower

We know how much you like raising your armcalculating where does the wind come fromWe’ve seen your style when you leave running

We’ve understood that you’re a wandering soulWho leaves houses when everybody sleepsAnd you like eating if you’re hungry and sleeping when you’re sleepy.But think again because sooner or later the moment comes,When remorse opens like a rare flowerAnd you feel like all the witches in the world agreed when reading your futureIt’s a matter of time that you get surprised thinking you already had it,That I believed in you

We know that 3000 adventures beat furiously far away from this spotAnd that warriors get bored if there is no actionWe predict that you will only die if somebody sticks a golden dagger in your heartAnd that there where good people bury you a strong oak will growIt’s almost lovely that you forget so fast that the moment always comeWhen remorse opens like a yellow flowerIf you feel like all the witches in the world were spelling youAn ancestral rhyme that will remind you that you had it,That I believed in you

If I woke up being a king I would call the parliament to include in the criminal law:It is forbidden for everyone to roam the world looking for something, whose name you don’t knowFear would be there, but this time we would learn to overcome it togetherAnd I would never see you again telling me how good you were when you had it,When I believed in you.