Balada Para Un Loco [English translation]

(Recited)

The afternoons in Buenos Aires have a certain 'je ne sais quoi', you see?

You leave your house, walking down Arenales Avenue

The usual stuff on the street and in you,

When, suddenly, from behind a tree, I show up.

A weird mixture of the next to last drifter and the first stowaway

On the trip to Venus.

A half melon on my head

A striped shirt painted on my skin

Two shoe-leathers on my feet

And a little free-taxi flag up in each hand

You laugh! But only you can see me

Because mannequins wink at me

The traffic lights give me three azure lights

And the oranges at the corner grocery give me its blossoms

Come on!

That doing this, half dancing and half flying

I take the melon off my head to greet you

I give you one of my little flags

And I finally tell you...

(Sung)

I know that I'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Can't you see the moon rolling through Callao?

That a bunch of astronauts and children

Are waltzing around me... Dance, come, fly.

I know that I'm crazy, crazy, crazy

I see Buenos Aires from the nest of a sparrow

And I saw you so sad; come, fly, feel this crazy desire

That I have for you.

Crazy, crazy, crazy

When night finally falls on your porteña* loneliness,

By the shore of your sheets I'll come with a poem

And a trombone to keep your heart sleepless.

Crazy, crazy, crazy

Like a demented acrobat I'll jump

Into the abyss of your cleavage until I feel

I drove your heart crazy with freedom

You'll see.

(Recited)

Let's fly, my dear

Get on my super-sport illusion

And let's go running over the cornises

With a swallow in the engine.

From Vieytes they applaud,

"Hurray, hurray...

Those crazies who invented love!"

And an angel, a soldier and a girl

Give us a dancing waltz.

Good people come out to greet us

And crazy, but yours... I don't know

I provoke the steeples with my laugh

And, finally, I look at you and sing softly...

(Sung)

Love me this way,crazy, crazy, crazy...

Climb up into this crazy terderness I have inside of me,

Put on this wig of larks and fly

Come and fly with me now:

Come and love me this way, crazy, crazy, crazy

Open up your love, let's try

This totally crazy magic of reviving

(Recited)

Come, fly, come!

Hurray, hurray, you crazies!

Crazies!

We are all crazy, hurray!

She is crazy and so am I!

• Artist:Roberto Goyeneche