Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Los locos, artist - Cafe Quijano. Album song La Extraordinaria Paradoja Del Sonido Quijano, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 17.06.1999
Record label: Warner Music Spain
Song language: Spanish
Los locos(original) |
Vuelven los locos, les veo venir, |
vuelven con palos |
para decir que siguen locos. |
Se fueron lejos porque creían que allá |
en el mar sólo los peces se divertían. |
Las olas saltan, la luna baila, los remos |
cantan, todos a una sin melodías. |
Los locos riñen, se pegan, se abrazan, |
se tiran de los pelos, |
se muerden en la lengua. |
Los locos chillan, se ríen, se mofan, |
se ponen tristes, se tumban en el barro, |
cuentan los charcos, están muy locos, |
ellos lo saben, |
que están muy locos, locos, locos. |
Entre hogueras sin encender se ven |
siluetas de una mujer que está loca, |
que grita frases mirando al cielo, |
alza los brazos y se arrodilla para volar. |
Todos se miran porque, quizás, |
sobre las nubes la loca vio un ángel gris. |
Los locos riñen, se pegan, se abrazan, |
se tiran de los pelos, |
se muerden la lengua. |
Los locos chillan, se ríen, se mofan, |
se ponen tristes, se tumban en el barro, |
cuentan los charcos, están muy locos, |
ellos lo saben, |
que están muy locos, locos, locos. |
(translation) |
The crazy ones come back, I see them coming, |
they come back with sticks |
to say that they are still crazy. |
They went away because they believed that there |
in the sea only the fish had fun. |
The waves jump, the moon dances, the oars |
they sing, all as one without melodies. |
Crazy people quarrel, hit each other, hug each other, |
they pull their hair out, |
they bite on the tongue. |
The crazy ones scream, they laugh, they jeer, |
they get sad, they lie down in the mud, |
count the puddles, they are very crazy, |
they know, |
that they are very crazy, crazy, crazy. |
Between unlit bonfires they see each other |
silhouettes of a woman who is crazy, |
she who shouts phrases looking at the sky, |
she raises her arms and kneels to fly. |
They all look at each other because, perhaps, |
above the clouds the crazy she saw a gray angel. |
Crazy people quarrel, hit each other, hug each other, |
they pull their hair out, |
they bite their tongues. |
The crazy ones scream, they laugh, they jeer, |
they get sad, they lie down in the mud, |
count the puddles, they are very crazy, |
they know, |
that they are very crazy, crazy, crazy. |