Caballo loco

Here I bring you the keys
From Belgrano's house
As the lawyer wants
I give them to you in your own hands

Now the house is yours
You will know what to do
You can close it, sell it
Or rent it out

The grocer told me
That there's an interested guy
He's crazy about moving in
And would pay in cash

I've been living
In a hotel in Cangallo for a month
Bored as a mushroom
And lonelier than a horse

You know how life is
That is lived in hotels
Sleeping, staring at the ceiling
Doodling on papers

I see you beautiful
You've let your hair grow long
You look like the drawing of the virgin
Of Leonardo's virgin

Do you remember we bought it
When we went to Milan
We stuck it with two thumbtacks
On the attic door

Now I have to go
I'm parked badly
I don't have much to do
But I'm always in a hurry

Don't forget
To tell the lawyer
That I already gave you the keys
Or he'll get pushy

You know where to find me
In the hotel in Cangallo
If you think of calling me
Ask
Ask for the horse