El Loco

Says the wind has wings
And the sun is a balloon they've hung
And the clouds aren't clouds
They're white horses

Says the day is night
And says the night is morning
And the raindrops
Are silver tears

Says his guitar is his woman
And he caresses her slowly
While life passes by him indifferent
There's a child playing around
And smiles sweetly at him
The evening gives him a kiss once more on his forehead

Says the cold is a bonfire
Where words will burn
Says the meadow is a scented silk handkerchief
Says the rich is a beggar
Says wealth is in the soul
And his hands aren't hands
They're white doves

There's a child playing around
And smiles sweetly at him
The evening gives him a kiss once more on his forehead

Says lies are the truth
And the truth is a lie
And in the time it takes for a song
Life goes away