Criticarem les noves modes de pentinats [English translation]

Years will come, and with them the peace

that will draw in your eyes a sweet look.

They will make you walk a step, and then another one,

You'll be an expert in going forward.

With such a long time you'll have found a nice place,

or you'll be little lazy to look for it.

They will take you as a lady or as an strange grandma

of whom all the boys of the neighbourhood are scared.

And you'll be a bunch of ills or you'll be a rock.

And when you look back it will be funny and it will hurt

And maybe I won't be your friend,

and it won't depend on me if you are happy or not

I'm afraid I'll be a sad remembering crossing your head

in a bad afternoon.

And maybe I'll sleep stuck

to a woman to whom I won't have explained who you are.

Maybe we'll have nasty grandchildren who laugh at me

when I don't realize about stuff going on.

But, when I'll be old, I'll sing you songs anyway.

I'll walk slowly and I'll sit, sometimes, in benches.

Verse by verse I'll summon your long and white body

and they'll see me smiling under my nose.

Shall the years come! Here I wait for the peace!

I bet with the decadence of the flesh

that a corner of the living-room will be the stage

and nobody will suspect whom I'm talking about.

And when I'll be old, I'll sing you songs anyway.

I don't know if I'll be able to guarantee a great quality

But I'll create a verse and I'll keep myself amused trying to make it longer

And they'll see me smiling under my nose.

And they'll see me smiling under my nose.

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