Captatio benevolentiae - Manel

Provem d’encaixar en escenes boniques

En ports de diumenge farcits de ganivets

En grans sobretaules on els avis canten

En nits vora el foc abraçats a una manta

Es tracta de ser els simpàtics del barri

Els que ballen i ballen fins que els músics parinn

I irrompre arrogants lluint les millors gales

En discos amb dones amb feines estables

I, a vegades, ens en sortim

I, a vegades, ens en sortim

I, a vegades, una tonteria de sobte ens indica que ens en sortim

I, a vegades, una carambola de sobte ens demostren que ens en sortim

Busquem quedar bé en el retaule magnífic

Dels que van pel món amb posat monolític

I afronten la vida mirant-la a la cara

I un dia, contentes, compren flors a sa mare

Intentem trampejar per ser persones dignes

El pare modèlic que volen les filles

El de la veu greu, el de la mà forta

Que paga un vermut i que arregla una porta

I després tancar els ulls i sentir el món en calma

I dos ocellets fent piu-piu dalt d’un arbre

Havent enllestit un gran epitafi

Que arranqui somriures a tots els que passin

I, a vegades, ens en sortim

I, a vegades, ens en sortim

I, a vegades, una tonteria de sobte ens indica que ens en sortim

I, a vegades, una carambola de sobte ens demostren que ens en sortim

I, a vegades, ens en sortim

I, a vegades, ens en sortim

I, a vegades, una tonteria de sobte ens indica que ens en sortim

I, a vegades, se’ns baixa la verge i de sobte ens revela que ens en sortim

I, a vegades, contra tot pronóstic una gran bestiesa capgira allò que crèiem

lògic

Tot fent evident

Que per un moment

Ens en sortim

Let's try to fit in beautiful scenes

In Sunday ports stuffed with knives

On large tables where grandparents sing

At night by the fire hugging a blanket

It's about being nice to the neighborhood

Those who dance and dance until the musicians give birth

And burst in arrogantly wearing the best finery

On records with women with stable jobs

And sometimes we get away with it

And sometimes we get away with it

And sometimes nonsense suddenly tells us we can get away with it

And sometimes a carom suddenly shows us how to get out of it

We look to look good in the magnificent altarpiece

Of those who go around the world with a monolithic pose

And they face life by looking it in the face

And one day, happy, they buy flowers from their mother

We try to cheat to be worthy people

The model father the daughters want

That of the grave voice, that of the strong hand

He pays for a vermouth and fixes a door

And then close your eyes and feel the world calm

And two little birds chirping on top of a tree

Having completed a great epitaph

Let him smile at everyone who passes by

And sometimes we get away with it

And sometimes we get away with it

And sometimes nonsense suddenly tells us we can get away with it

And sometimes a carom suddenly shows us how to get out of it

And sometimes we get away with it

And sometimes we get away with it

And sometimes nonsense suddenly tells us we can get away with it

And sometimes the virgin comes down and suddenly reveals to us that we can get away with it

And sometimes, against all odds, a great beast turns upside down what we believe

logical

Making it obvious

That for a moment

We get out of it