Loco de atar [English translation]

Some say that he doesn't know where he's going,

Others murmur that he doesn't have a house.

People say that he never sleeps,

That bad luck always accompanies him.

They say and say that he's leaving the city,

Because they say his name behind his back,

He is young and clever, yet a raving lunatic,

He knows bitter loneliness very well.

He lives for the moment, without losing breath,

He takes his time, they confuse him with the wind,

Raving mad, raving mad,

He has no direction and he lives in freedom.

Raving mad, raving mad,

Nobody shows him which way to go.

Nobady knows if he's real or not,

If he's a ghost or if he's alive,

They spy through the windows,

To see if the madman appears in the morning.

You can feel him on the streets of Madrid,

You can hear his screams when he's close,

It was even said he was half mortal and half zombie,

I heard that they once saw him close to me.

He lives for the moment, without losing breath,

He takes his time, they confuse him with the wind,

Raving mad, raving mad,

He has no direction and he lives in freedom.

Raving mad, raving mad,

Nobody shows him which way to go...

• Artist:Pablo Alborán
• Album:Pablo Alborán (2011)