Benvolgut [English translation]

My Dear Sir, allow me to presume

that, although we haven't been formally introduced,

you are aware

of 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 hurt

I imagine, (at least I try to), and I assure you that I understand

that even today, everything shakes hopelessly/my heart skips a beat

when 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 why

and you keep going to places (around the world) that you like a lot

and 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 by

my love, my luck, my hands

or 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 hoping

that 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 behind

whilst 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 old

and, step by step, you will get further away

like the dickhead that prior to entering history class would touch her arse/bum

pushing her up against the trees (at the side) of the classroom building.

Ay, my poor little ones, how frightened would they be

if, 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.

• Artist:Manel
• Album:10 milles per veure una bona armadura (2011)