Loco de Atar

Some say he doesn't know where he's going
Others whisper he has no home
People say he never sleeps
Bad luck always follows him
They say he's leaving the city, because they whisper
His name behind his back
Young and clever but crazy as hell, he knows bitter loneliness well

Living in the moment without losing his breath, he takes his time and
They mistake him for the wind
Crazy as hell
Crazy as hell
He has no direction or path, he lives freely
Crazy as hell
Crazy as hell
No one told him where to go

No one knows if it's a lie or reality anymore
If he's a ghost or truly alive
They spy on him through the window, in case the crazy one
Shows up in the morning
He leaves his mark on the streets of Madrid
His screams are heard when he's close by
Half mortal and half zombie, some have said
I heard once they saw him near me

Living in the moment without losing his breath, he takes his time and
They mistake him for the wind
Crazy as hell
Crazy as hell
He has no direction or path, he lives freely
Crazy as hell
Crazy as hell
No one told him where to go

They say he's crazy without knowing who he is
They're scared of someone they can't see
Damn ears that believe everything
Poor crazy one

Crazy as hell
He has no direction or path, he lives freely
Crazy as hell
Crazy as hell
No one told him where to go
Crazy as hell