Lyrics of Captatio benevolentiae - Manel

Captatio benevolentiae (original)

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

(translation)

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