Lyrics of Boomerang - Manel

Boomerang (original)

Va arribar el tiet amb barba llarga, els avis feien dinar especial
I va dir «nens, esteu morenos», i va dir «almenys, heu crescut un pam»
I l’Ignasi i jo li escoltàvem mil aventures de països llunyans
I estaven bé, i eren distretes, però era difícil treure’s del cap
El fer volar per damunt del barri aquell regal estrany
Per fi a baix, vam situar-nos a una distància prudencial
De les senyores que es bronzejaven i dels cotxes aparcats
Vam estudiar els corrents de l’aire, vam assecar-nos la suor de les mans
Però el boomerang s’encallava entre les branques i no tornava mai
Però el boomerang reclamava la perícia d’un professional
I van baixar els altres amb la Vanessa -ai la Vanessa, com li deu 'nar?-
Menjaven pipes amb arrogància, se’n fotien des del banc
Fins que avorrit d’aquell espectacle va venir el Xavi, que era més gran
«deixeu-me un tir, feu-vos enrere, deixeu-me un tir, colla de matats
Que això és canell, que això el que vol és un bon joc de braç!»
I, senyors, tan bo és insistir com saber-se retirar
I, no sé l’Ignasi, però, en el meu cas, puc reconèixer que em va fer mal
Veure en els ulls de la Vanessa que la cosa es posava interessant
Però el boomerang va encallar-se entre les branques i no va tornar mai
Però el boomerang reclamava la perícia d’un professional
Però parlo de temps, crec que era el juliol en què es va fondre l’Indurain
I vam maleir el danès i les rampes d’Hautacam
Els anys, en fi, ens han fet com homes i, malgrat que ningú ha procreat
Vaig pensant alternatives, per si mai es dóna el cas
I en aquest món entre els meus forts no hi haurà mai els detalls
Però m’esforçaré i una cosa m’abstindré de regalar
Que la infantesa serà divertida, màgica, lliure, d’acord, acceptat
Però no hi ha tant temps per perdre i, tard o d’hora, només queda una veritat:
El boomerang s’encallava entre les branques i no tornava mai
El boomerang reclamava la perícia d’un professional
(i Vanessa, si sents això, una abraçada molt gran)

(translation)

The long-bearded uncle arrived, the grandparents had a special lunch
And he said, "Kids, you're dark," and he said, "At least you've grown a handful."
And Ignatius and I listened to a thousand adventures from distant lands
And they were fine, and they were distracted, but it was hard to get them out of their heads
Flying that strange gift over the neighborhood
At last down, we were at a safe distance
From the tanned ladies and the parked cars
We studied the currents of the air, wiped the sweat from our hands
But the boomerang got stuck in the branches and never came back
But the boomerang required the skill of a professional
And the others went down with Vanessa - oh Vanessa, how are you?
They ate pipes arrogantly, they fucked them off the bench
Until Xavi, who was older, came bored of that show
"Give me a shot, back off, give me a shot, killer."
That this is a wrist, that what he wants is a good arm game! ”
And, gentlemen, it is as good to insist as it is to know how to withdraw
And I don't know about Ignatius, but in my case, I can admit that he hurt me
See in Vanessa's eyes that the thing was getting interesting
But the boomerang got stuck between the branches and never came back
But the boomerang required the skill of a professional
But speaking of time, I think it was July when Indurain melted
And we cursed the Dane and the ramps at Hautacam
The years, in short, have made us like men, and yet no one has procreated
I'm thinking of alternatives, just in case
And in this world among my forts there will never be details
But I will try my best and refrain from giving anything away
That childhood will be fun, magical, free, okay, accepted
But there is not much time to lose, and sooner or later there is only one truth:
The boomerang got stuck in the branches and never came back
The boomerang required the expertise of a professional
(and Vanessa, if you hear that, a big hug)