Balada Para Un Loco

The evenings of Buenos Aires have that certain something, you know?
I leave home on Arenales, the usual on the street and in me,
When suddenly, behind that tree, he appears,
Strange mix of penultimate tramp and first stowaway
On the trip to Venus. half a melon on his head,
The shirt stripes painted on his skin,
Two half soles nailed to his feet,
And a free taxi flag in each hand... ha...ha...ha...ha...
It seems that only I see him, because he passes among the people
And the mannequins wink at me, the traffic lights give me three celestial lights
And the oranges from the corner fruit stand throw me orange blossoms,
And so, half dancing, half flying,
He takes off his melon, greets me, gives me a flag
And says goodbye.

I know I'm crazy, crazy, crazy,
Don't you see the moon rolling down Callao Street
And a choir of astronauts and children with a waltz
Dancing around me...
I know I'm crazy, crazy, crazy,
I look at Buenos Aires from a sparrow's nest;
And I saw you so sad; come, fly, feel,
The crazy whim I have for you.
Crazy, crazy, crazy, when night falls in your Buenos Aires solitude,
By the edge of your sheet I will come, with a poem
And a trombone, to unveil your heart.
Crazy, crazy, crazy, like a crazy acrobat I will jump,
Over the abyss of your neckline until I feel
That I drove your heart crazy with freedom, you'll see.

And so the crazy one invites me to walk
In his super-sport illusion,
And we will run along the cornices
With a swallow as a motor.
From Vieytes they applaud us: long live, long live...
The crazy ones who invented love;
And an angel and a soldier and a girl
Give us a dancing little waltz.
The beautiful people come out to greet us
And the crazy one, but yours, what do I know, my crazy one,
Provokes bell towers with his laughter
And finally, looks at me and sings softly:

Love me like this, crazy, crazy, crazy...
Climb into this madness of a crazy person that's in me,
Put on this lark wig and fly, fly with me now:
Come, love me like this, crazy, crazy, crazy,
Open up to the loves we're going to try
The tragic total madness of reliving,
Come, fly, come, tra...la...la...