Lyrics of El Loco - Jose Luis Perales

El Loco (original)

Dice que el viento tiene alas,
y que el sol es un globo que han colgado,
y que las nubes no son nubes,
que son caballos blancos.
Dice que el día es la noche,
y dice que la noche es la mañana,
y que las gotas de la lluvia son lágrimas de plata.
Dice que su guitarra es su mujer,
y la acaricia lentamente,
mientras la vida pasa junto a él,
indiferente.
Hay un niño jugando alrededor,
y le sonríe dulcemente.
La tarde pone un beso una vez más
sobre su frente.
Dice que el frío es una hoguera,
donde van a quemarse las palabras.
Dice que la pradera es un pañuelo de seda perfumada.
Dice que rico es un mendigo.
dice que la riqueza está en el alma,
y que sus manos no son manos,
que son palomas blancas.
Hay un niño jugando alrededor,
y le sonríe dulcemente.
La tarde pone un beso una vez más
sobre su frente.
Dice que la mentira es la verdad,
y la verdad es la mentira,
y en el tiempo que dura una canción,
se va la vida.

(translation)

It says that the wind has wings,
and that the sun is a balloon that they have hung,
and that the clouds are not clouds,
they are white horses.
He says that day is night,
and he says that night is morning,
and that the raindrops are silver tears.
He says that his guitar is his wife,
and she caresses her slowly,
while life passes by him,
indifferent.
There is a child playing around,
and he smiles sweetly at her.
The afternoon he puts a kiss once more
on his forehead.
He says that the cold is a bonfire,
where the words will burn.
He says that the prairie is a scented silk handkerchief.
He says that rich man is a beggar.
he says that wealth is in the soul,
and that his hands are not hands,
which are white doves.
There is a child playing around,
and he smiles sweetly at her.
The afternoon puts a kiss once more
on his forehead.
He says that the lie is the truth,
and the truth is the lie,
and in the time a song lasts,
life is gone