When defeat is certain some pretend, some surrender and I compete.
Take a seat, fellas, we'll talk about Beauty.
Some look for it in Spring's first blossom.
Some swear they've seen it in math formulas
floating in the harmony of spheres.
And some others accidentally found it the day
they were able to give without taking,
or were able to have without fearing loss...
Others found it inside an open mouth.
And guess what?
I really agree with all of them.
I coincide with all of them.
And I compete.
And here you are, beautifully armed for battle
and wherever I go I can hear the insolent echo of your laughter.
And I can feel how you're convinced that the hearts under those shirts
beat with unknown forces to the world.
But poor you, completely unaware of what's going on,
a good friend should have told you,
I defeated many before, many and much better than you!
For being the funniest at the ball, for being the sharpest and most brilliant one,
For making the most profound comments, for making the most trivial ones,
for catching everyone's eye, for all natural resources,
I compete.
When defeat is enormous there are those who acknowledge law and order forces and I,
who compete.
And we've seen you've got certain talent, it's true, and that they brought you up telling you
how splendid and special you are, and that it would be a crime not to make the most of it.
But I'm afraid you are missing out on the difference between being the star
of a great night, of a great soiree, and being a great rival, a specialist.
This is not about being kind to kids!
This is not about having a beautiful wife!
This is about being willing to get shot by a bullet!
This is about being the captain of yachts that are shipwrecked!
What will you be able to leave behind when the time comes? What will you sacrifice in exchange?
Will you give your Triumph everything it claims?
Will you laugh and double your bet when your people start running?
Will you really stay around? Will you have the courage?
I, guess what? I think that, deep down, you're good kids.
You're good kids searching for a good life.
And that sooner or later you'll want to stop,
you'll play cards with friends, you'll take it easy, you'll go to parties,
or you'll whistle songs that some fools wrote about your feats.
And dear friends, the hatchet is never buried:
It's hidden in the highest drawer of your dining room,
it's rented by the hour, it's sold to the highest bidder,
ou tell your brother to keep it for you for a while,
or donate it to the museum with the least security,
but it's never buried,
and it's sharpened in the dark,
and it's sharpened in the dark,
and it's sharpened in the dark.
And I'm truly sorry but,
maybe I like your parties!
Maybe I like your style!
Maybe I like your jobs!
Maybe I like your plans for the summer!
Maybe I like your wives, your sisters, your roommates!
Maybe I like your dreams,
or maybe not, maybe I've lost interest along the way.
I'm coming, anxious and capricious, I know the tissue of your nervous system.
Watch your step, fear the dark,
I squash self-esteem like it were soap.
I approach you happy, applauding if it's needed.
I know how to clap my hands, I know how to make people laugh with a joke.
I'll be son, friend, brother, partner,
elevator neighbor, lover, I'll be a member, I'll be a fan.
Until one day I'll be the spirit's unexpected despondency,
I'll be a scent in the air, I'll be an awkward atmosphere
I'll be the darkest wind the night can produce,
the rage of the singer of the 2008 Catalan breakthrough band,
the dark angel of insomnia, the monster under your bed,
'll be a howl that will freeze your blood!
I'll be a heart attack, I'll be a call in the middle of the night!
I will be the great day when the old ladyish Manel will arrive to show you how to rhyme.
And by this time you will no longer be expecting a discreet celebration.
At first, I look with respect, as if I had enjoyed an equal fight.
But if you look carefully I bring the smile of who is repressing a laugh.
Afterwards I catch any audience's attention,
I pretend I care, I flatter sensibly
and I narrate the combat in detail, pausing,
letting people imagine the faces of the poor brave men who one day arrived
like you have arrived now,
like you have arrived now,
like you have arrived now.
Because when defeat is very obvious there are those who look for a place elsewhere and I compete
Because when defeat is very obvious there are those who look for a place elsewhere and I compete
Because when defeat is so obvious there are those who look for a place elsewhere and
I compete.
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