Lyrics of Per la bona gent - Manel

Per la bona gent (original)

Tres portes tinc a ca meua
Obertes a tots els vents:
La que està oberta per tu
L’altra per la bona gent
La que està oberta per tu
L’altra per la bona gent…
Aquí estic, en ple control dels meus instints, lluint
Coartades que et contrastaran un parell d’amics
Vinc protegint les nostres lleis des de petit;
tranquil
Que en cap arma hi trobaràs empremtes dels meus dits…
I és cert que no vaig fer-ho, no en seria capaç
I és cert que aquella nit no era a la ciutat
Però afina les preguntes, afina les preguntes
Que encara no he dit si sóc bo, encara no saps si sóc bo
Encara no he dit que m’inspiri una idea, que em mogui una gran convicció
Encara no saps si amb el meu pas pel món faig que sigui una mica millor
Tres portes tinc a ca meua
Obertes a tots els vents:
La que està oberta per tu
L’altra per la bona gent…
Conec l’argot de la comunitat, em trobaràs
Dins d’una casa respectable, gaudint de ser estimat
Encaixo mans, domino els tons i arrufo el nas quan veig
Comportaments que m’han semblat del tot inadequats
I és cert que no vaig fer-ho, no en seria capaç
Comprova-ho a les càmeres de seguretat
I afina les preguntes, afina les preguntes
Que encara no he dit si sóc bo, encara no saps si sóc bo
Encara no saps si calculo els meus actes buscant una retribució
Encara no he dit si sóc bo, encara no saps si sóc bo
Encara no saps si dedico la força, si oriento les meves accions
Cap a una banal subsistència o si estic perseguint algun bé superior
Mireu l’Innocent Malvat!, ve tot cofoi i amb el barret
Fent un gran gest ha saludat a una noia i a un soldat
Se’n ve l’Innocent Malvat!, remena el cul, somriu a tots
Flagell del mal humor, assot dels desviats, garant de la Veritat
I qui deu ser?
On va, d’on ve?
Què vol?
Què té?
I què carai li han explicat que li provoca aquests nivells d’hilaritat?
Encara no saps si sóc bo.
Encara no he dit si sóc bo
Encara no saps si em domina la mandra, si estic espatllat per la por
Encara no he dit si tinc l'ànima pura o si em vencen les baixes passions
Encara no saps quants minuts necessito que lloïs aquesta cançó
Encara no he dit si la joia dels altres em porta només alegria o em fa brollar
dins un verí, una metzina, una forma subtil de dolor
Tres portes tinc a ca meua
Obertes a tots els vents:
La que està oberta per tu
L’altra per la bona gent
La tercera per la mort
Que la tancarà el meu temps

(translation)

I have three doors in my house
Open to all winds:
The one that is open to you
The other is for good people
The one that is open to you
The other for good people…
Here I am, in full control of my instincts, shining
Alibis that will contrast with a couple of friends
I have been protecting our laws since I was a child;
quiet
That in no weapon will you find fingerprints of my fingers…
And it is true that I did not do it, I would not be able to
And it is true that he was not in the city that night
But refine the questions, refine the questions
I still haven't said if I'm good, you still don't know if I'm good
I have not yet said that I am inspired by an idea, that I am moved by a great conviction
You still don't know if with my passage through the world I make it a little better
I have three doors in my house
Open to all winds:
The one that is open to you
The other for good people…
I know the slang of the community, you'll find me
Inside a respectable house, enjoying being loved
I shake hands, master the tones, and wrinkle my nose when I see
Behavior that I found completely inappropriate
And it is true that I did not do it, I would not be able to
Check the security cameras
And refine the questions, refine the questions
I still haven't said if I'm good, you still don't know if I'm good
You still don't know if I'm calculating my actions looking for retribution
I haven’t said if I’m good yet, you still don’t know if I’m good
You still don’t know if I’m devoting my strength, if I’m directing my actions
Towards a banal subsistence or if I am pursuing some higher good
Look at the Innocent Evil One!
He made a big gesture and greeted a girl and a soldier
The Innocent Evil is coming!
Scourge of bad mood, whip of the deviant, guarantor of the Truth
And who should it be?
Where are you going, where are you coming from?
What does he want?
That has?
And what the hell are you talking about that makes you so lazy?
You still don't know if I'm good.
I still haven’t said if I’m good
You still don't know if I'm lazy, if I'm scared
I have not yet said whether I have a pure soul or whether my low passions are overcome
You still don't know how many minutes I need you to praise this song
I have not yet said whether the joy of others brings me only joy or makes me sprout
inside a poison, a meth, a subtle form of pain
I have three doors in my house
Open to all winds:
The one that is open to you
The other is for good people
The third for death
That my time will close