I Love These Lyrics
[b]Something Personal[/b] - Translated from Spanish from the lyrics by Joan Manuel Serrat-
Probably in their towns they will be remembered
like puppies of good people
who stole flowers to gift their moms
and feed the pigeons
Probably all that must be true
though is more unclear; how and in what way
have achieved these people to be what they are
neither to who they serve when they raise the flag.
Strawmen who use cologne and honor
to hide dark intentions
they have double life, they're evil hitmen.
Between them and me there's something personal.
Surrounded by protocol, procession and security
they travel incognito in armored cars
to sow slanders, to lie with naturality
to hang their portraits in the schools.
They spend more than what they have in collecting
spies, blacklists and arsenals.
It's embarassing to see them boasting
who of them has the biggest.
They arm to the teeth in the name of peace
they play with things that don't have replacement
and they blame someone else if something goes wrong.
Between them and me there's something personal.
And as who has nothing to lose in that
they pulse the alarm and break the promises.
And in the name of who they're not pleased to meet
they put the pistols in our heads.
They pull out their hair but for not getting dirty
they come to shit in other houses
and experiment new methods of massacring
sophisticated and convincing at the same time.
They don't even know their father when they lose their mind
neither remember there are children in the world
they deny everyone the bread and the salt.
Between them and me there's something personal.
But of course, the hitmen never lose the chance
to declare publicly their effort
in promoting someday after a long easing
that let them find a previous setting.
That guarantees some minimum premises,
that ease the creation of resources,
that impulse a solid and able starting point
from east to west and from south to north
where stablishing the base of a friendship treaty
that contributes to lay the foundation
of a platform where to build
a beautiful future of love and peace.
Probably in their towns they will be remembered
like puppies of good people
who stole flowers to gift their moms
and feed the pigeons
Probably all that must be true
though is more unclear; how and in what way
have achieved these people to be what they are
neither to who they serve when they raise the flag.
Strawmen who use cologne and honor
to hide dark intentions
they have double life, they're evil hitmen.
Between them and me there's something personal.
Surrounded by protocol, procession and security
they travel incognito in armored cars
to sow slanders, to lie with naturality
to hang their portraits in the schools.
They spend more than what they have in collecting
spies, blacklists and arsenals.
It's embarassing to see them boasting
who of them has the biggest.
They arm to the teeth in the name of peace
they play with things that don't have replacement
and they blame someone else if something goes wrong.
Between them and me there's something personal.
And as who has nothing to lose in that
they pulse the alarm and break the promises.
And in the name of who they're not pleased to meet
they put the pistols in our heads.
They pull out their hair but for not getting dirty
they come to shit in other houses
and experiment new methods of massacring
sophisticated and convincing at the same time.
They don't even know their father when they lose their mind
neither remember there are children in the world
they deny everyone the bread and the salt.
Between them and me there's something personal.
But of course, the hitmen never lose the chance
to declare publicly their effort
in promoting someday after a long easing
that let them find a previous setting.
That guarantees some minimum premises,
that ease the creation of resources,
that impulse a solid and able starting point
from east to west and from south to north
where stablishing the base of a friendship treaty
that contributes to lay the foundation
of a platform where to build
a beautiful future of love and peace.
