Los Locos Son Ellos
La Maravillosa Orquesta Del Alcohol
The Crazy Ones Are Them
What irritates me the most about life is the monotony
That, with that I can't
So, I try to be constantly creating
If it's not the lyrics, it's the music
And then, that's what invites me to keep living
I have the spirit to keep singing
Because without singing I couldn't live
Nor do I want
I have a prison outside
Prison inside
I keep wandering and wandering
Can't find a door
It doesn't matter the outside prison
If I could escape the inside
A shooting star
A wish to be able to return
Drive the sane ones crazy
So they can see
That the crazy ones are others
The crazy ones are them
Heart in a prison
Reason in exile
There's a door in the hallway
Below I see the shine
Open it and look out
Look at the emptiness, dare
Take flight, imagine:
Finally free. Escape
Break, finally, the chain
Deeper than an ocean
Cry this advancing fado
With the queen of the Atlantic
A shooting star
A wish to be able to return
Drive the sane ones crazy
So they can see
That the crazy ones are others
The crazy ones are them
Yes yes yes yes
Victor Rutty. Rober del Pyro. La M.O.D.A
When the music comes from the 'heart' man
Burgos on the map. 2017
When the crazy ones are them, yes
Yes yes yes yes
Oh (Oh, oh)
Drive the sane ones crazy (the sane ones)
So they can see (so they can see)
That the crazy ones are others (are others)
The crazy ones are them (are them)
Drive the sane ones crazy
