Translation of the song lyrics Músico Loco - Fondo Flamenco

Músico Loco (original)

Vive en su mundo que no es el nuestro
Lleno de acordes…
Rodeado de notas cubierto de compases
Quejios que quiebran el aire
Su voz te suena a la melodia de sus canciones
Cantar para vivir vivir para cantar ya que mas da…
Si su única preocupación es sacar una mera canción
Que su guitarra no le heche de menos…
Su mente vuela cada día en un mundo que el mismo creó
Y flotando en su nube de alegría él es feliz alli es feliz…
Le llaman loco porque camina a solas
Tarareando y escribiendo unas notas
Y en ese cuaderno lleno te tachones que siempre lleva encima…
Letras de amor de desengaño y penas
Letras que cuentan historias letras…
Que mas da lo que escriba si sale del alma
De este musico loco… musico loco…
Sueña con la música despierta con ella
Vive enamorado de esa dulce doncella
De curvas de mujer y seis cuerdas…
Nadie le entiende nadie comprende lo que siente
Cada vez que se deja llevar…
Su mente vuela cada día en un mundo que el mismo creó
Y flotando en su nube de alegría él es feliz alli es feliz…
Le llaman loco porque camina a solas
Tarareando y escribiendo unas notas
Y en ese cuaderno lleno te tachones que siempre lleva encima…
Letras de amor de desengaño y penas
Letras que cuentan historias letras…
Que mas da lo que escriba si sale del alma
De este musico loco…
Y en cada canción late a compás su corazón…
Me llaman loco porque camino solo
Tarareando y escribiendo unos tonos
Y en este cuaderno lleno de tachones
Que siempre llevo encima…
Letras de amor de desengaño y penas
Letras que cuentan historias… letras…
Que mas da lo que escriba si tan solo soy
Otro musico loco…
Musico loco…

Músico Loco (translation)

He lives in his world that is not ours
Full of chords…
Surrounded by notes covered in bars
Quejios that break the air
His voice sounds like the melody of his songs
Sing to live, live to sing, since it doesn't matter...
If your only concern for him is to put out a mere song
Don't let his guitar miss him...
His mind flies every day in a world that he himself created
And floating on his cloud of joy he is happy there he is happy...
They call him crazy because he walks alone
Humming and writing some notes
And in that full notebook you cross out that he always carries with him...
Love letters of disappointment and sorrows
Lyrics that tell stories lyrics…
That he doesn't care what he writes if he comes out of the soul
Of this crazy musician... crazy musician...
Dream with the music wake up with it
He lives in love with that sweet maiden
Of woman's curves and six strings...
Nobody understands him, nobody understands what he feels
Every time he gets carried away...
His mind flies every day in a world that he himself created
And floating in his cloud of joy he is happy there he is happy...
They call him crazy because he walks alone
Humming and writing some notes
And in that notebook full of cross-outs that he always carries with him...
Love letters of disappointment and sorrows
Lyrics that tell stories lyrics…
What does it matter what I write if it comes from the soul
Of this crazy musician...
And in each song his heart beats to the beat...
They call me crazy because I walk alone
Humming and writing a few tones
And in this notebook full of strikethroughs
That I always carry with me...
Love letters of disappointment and sorrows
Letters that tell stories… letters…
Who cares what I write if I'm just
Another crazy musician...
crazy musician...