Benvolgut - Manel

Benvolgut, permet-me suposar

Que malgrat que no haguem gaudit de presentació oficial

Més o menys, així com jo, estàs assabentat

De 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 endur

I alguns quina meravella, i alguns que mai tindràs prou lluny

Benvolgut, i en un somriure que fa sola caminant

I 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 jo

Estem esperant

I que simpàtics que se us veu, i quin mal devia fer

I m’ho imagino —o ho intento— i t’asseguro que comprenc

Que encara avui, sense remei, tot trontolli un segon

Quan 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 al recordar no saps per què però estàs content

I vas veient coses pel món que t’estan agradant tant

I 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 mal

El meu amor, la meva sort, les meves mans

O 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 jo

Que estava esperant

Benvolgut, ho deixo aquí, que sé que ets un home ocupat

Suposo que és moment d’acomiadar-me esperant

No 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 dret

Mentre 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 vell

I, pas a pas, ja estaràs tan lluny

Com el cretí que abans d’entrar a Història li tocava el cul

Arrambant-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, let me guess

That despite the fact that we did not enjoy an official presentation

More or less, just like me, you're aware

Of my existence, of the things I do

Dear, I admit, what will I do, coward of me

Not that you're my favorite subject every afternoon

Yours are the promises that no one will ever fulfill

Your nights the phones kept ringing

But I did see you on records that in the end you didn't take away

And some what a wonder, and some you will never get far enough

Dear, and in a smile that makes you walk alone

And in that old photo forgotten in a drawer

You stopped a van taking advantage

The privileged view of a city

You point to the Romanesque apse of a cathedral and you are young and strong!

And feel eternity before you!

And, dear, you don't even suspect people like me

We are waiting

And how nice it looks to you, and what harm it must have done

And I guess — or I try — and I assure you I understand

That even today, without remedy, everything falters for a second

When a friend in good faith pronounces your name

But I want to make sure everything goes well, and that you don't miss those times

That even when you remember you don't know why but you're happy

And you see things in the world that you like so much

And thank you for making me grow up hidden between the two of you

Hidden in lies, in enterprising doubts

In every fleeting intuition of a better life

Hidden in "we are too young to have anything too clear"

Hidden in "I don't know what it is, but girl, I can't breathe"

Alas, dear, how strange if one day they hurt you

My love, my luck, my hands

Or my finger tracing his spine!

Dear, who has arrived and wants to stay!

Alas, these fingers are not simple, from people like me

That was waiting

Dear, I leave it here, that I know you are a busy man

I guess it's time to dump her and move on

Not to have gotten too angry, not to have looked crazy

May the force be with us, goodbye, good luck forever!

In case we cross paths one day I apologize, I know myself

I'll be a serious man, I'll wait right back

While you're kidding, "I see you're looking for them high now."

While you claim to be much more elegant

We'll say goodbye and leave, and she'll tell me she saw you old

And, step by step, you will be so far away

Like the idiot who touched his ass before he got into history

Climbing against the trees next to a high school

Oh, my poor thing, how scared they would be

If between the bushes, you and I go out saying

"Hey, gentlemen, we're waiting

Guys, keep making room

What are we waiting for?