El Loco [English translation]

I returned, had dread, ran, felt warm, told, he didn't believed me,

believed I lied to him, I replied angry, denied and it was a lie,

don't come with stories, he said by memory, he never answered me,

he didn't mind, crazier every day, he said, and cooked.

I'll get out of here in few more days,

I'll get out of here, I can assure you.

Poor idiot, nurse, you're not my master, let me out,

you read novels, oh! she menaced me with giving me the injection,

I don't care, in the wall I'll paint posters, phrases of rejection

against that blackbird dressed in white that feds me up.

I'll get out of here in few more days,

I'll get out of here, I can assure you.

I take thousands of pills, red and yellow, thin and long,

everyone at El Porvenir clinic feds me up.

Now has come the time of sleeping a while, said the white crow

who's in charge, he draws a syringe, loads it and gives it to me.

On Sunday they'll come to see me, gift me clothes, candy,

they'll get me out, if they come in a car we'll go for a ride.

Rich and boring people, trained people, it was my family,

it were my brothers, it were my parents, but they hospitalized me.

I'll get out of here in few more days,

I'll get out of here, I can assure you.

But there are days I get happy, days I wear my best shirt;

when Ema comes I cry of joy because we will marry.

She says we wait, we better think it, not to hurry,

not to worry, she'll do a journey to meditate.

I'll get out of here in few more days,

I'll get out of here, I can assure you.

• Artist:Fernando Cabrera
• Album:Buzos Azules (1986)