Balada Para Un Loco

The evenings in Buenos Aires have that certain something, you know? You leave your house, through Arenales. The usual: in the street and in you. . . When, suddenly, from behind a tree, I appear. Strange mix of the penultimate tramp and the first stowaway on the trip to Venus: half a melon on my head, the stripes of the shirt painted on my skin, two half soles nailed to my feet, and a free taxi flag raised in each hand. You laugh!... But only you see me: because the mannequins wink at me; the traffic lights give me three blue lights, and the oranges from the corner fruit vendor throw me orange blossoms. Come!, like this, half dancing and half flying, I take off my melon to greet you, I give you a flag, and I tell you...

(Sung)

I know I'm crazy, crazy, crazy...
Don't you see the moon rolling down Callao Street;
that a carnival of astronauts and children, with a waltz,
dances around me... Dance! Come! Fly!

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!

(Recited)

Let's go fly, my dear;
get on my super-sport illusion,
and let's run along the cornices
with a swallow in the engine!

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 waltz.

The beautiful people come out to greet us...
And crazy, but yours, you know!
I provoke laughter with the bell towers,
and finally, I look at you, and sing in a low voice:

(Sung)

Love me like this, crazy, crazy, crazy...
Climb into this madness of craziness in me,
put on this lark wig, and fly!
Fly with me now! Come, fly, come!

Love me like this, crazy, crazy, crazy...
Open up to the loves we're going to try
the magical total madness of reliving...
Come, fly, come! Trai-lai-la-larará!

(Yelled)

Long live! Long live! Long live!
She's crazy and I'm crazy...
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
She's crazy and I'm crazy