Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Balada para un Loco, artist - Roberto Goyeneche.
Date of issue: 03.04.1997
Song language: Spanish
Balada para un Loco(original) |
Las tardecitas de Buenos Aires tiene ese que se yo, viste? |
Salgo de casa por Arenales, lo de siempre en la calle y en mi |
Cuando de repente, detras de ese arbol, se aparece el |
Mezcla rara de penúltimo linyera y de primer polizonte |
En el viaje a Venus. |
Medio melon en la cabeza |
Las rayas de la camisa pintadas en la piel |
Dos medias suelas clavadas en los pies |
Y una banderita de taxi libre en cada mano… Ja…ja…ja…ja… |
Parece que solo yo lo veo, porque el pasa entre la gente |
Y los maniquies me guiñan, los semaforos me dan tres luces celestes |
Y las naranjas del frutero de la esquina me tiran azahares |
Y así medio bailando, medio volando |
Se saca el melon, me saluda, me regala una banderita |
Y me dice adios |
(Cantado) |
Ya se que estoy piantao, piantao, piantao |
No ves que va la luna rodando por Callao |
Y un coro de astronautas y niños con un vals |
Me baila alrededor… |
Ya se que estoy piantao, piantao, piantao |
Yo miro a Buenos Aires del nido de un gorrion; |
Y a vos te vi tan triste; |
veni, vola, senti el loco berretin |
Que tengo para vos |
Loco, loco, loco, cuando anochezca en tu porteña soledad |
Por la ribera de tu sabana vendre con un poema |
Y un torombon a desvelar el corazón |
Loco, loco, loco, como un acrobata demente saltare |
Sobre el abismo de tu escote hasta sentir |
Que enloqueci tu corazón de libertad, ya vas a ver |
(Recitado) |
Y así el loco me convida a andar |
En su ilusión super-sport |
Y vamos a correr por las cornisas |
Con una golondrina por motor |
De Vieytes nos aplauden. |
Viva, viva… |
Los locos que inventaron el amor; |
Y un angel y un soldado y una niña |
Nos dan un valsecito bailador |
Nos sale a saludar la gente linda |
Y loco pero tuyo, que se yo, loco mio |
Provoca campanarios con su risa |
Y al fin, me mira y canta a media voz: |
(Cantado) |
Quereme asi, piantao, piantao, piantao… |
Trepate a esta ternura de loco que hay en mi |
Ponete esta peluca de alondra y vola, vola conmigo ya: |
Veni, quereme así piantao, piantao, piantao |
Abrite los amores que vamos a intentar la tragica locura |
Total de revivir, veni, vola, veni, tra… lala…lara… |
(translation) |
The afternoons of Buenos Aires have that what do I know, did you see? |
I leave home through Arenales, the usual on the street and in my |
When suddenly, behind that tree, the |
Rare mix of Penultimate Hooligan and First Cop |
On the journey to Venus. |
Half a melon on the head |
The stripes of the shirt painted on the skin |
Two half soles nailed to the feet |
And a free taxi flag in each hand… Ha…ha…ha…ha… |
It seems that only I see him, because he passes between the people |
And the mannequins wink at me, the traffic lights give me three celestial lights |
And the oranges from the greengrocer on the corner throw me orange blossoms |
And so half dancing, half flying |
He takes out the melon, greets me, gives me a little flag |
and he says goodbye |
(Sung) |
I know I'm piantao, piantao, piantao |
Can't you see that the moon is rolling around Callao |
And a choir of astronauts and children with a waltz |
He dances around me... |
I know I'm piantao, piantao, piantao |
I look at Buenos Aires from the nest of a sparrow; |
And I saw you so sad; |
Come, fly, I felt the crazy berretin |
What do I have for you? |
Crazy, crazy, crazy, when night falls in your Buenos Aires loneliness |
By the shore of your savannah I will come with a poem |
And a torombon to reveal the heart |
Crazy, crazy, crazy, like an insane acrobat I'll jump |
Over the abyss of your neckline until you feel |
That I drove your heart crazy with freedom, you're going to see |
(Recitation) |
And so the madman invites me to walk |
In his illusion of him super-sport |
And we'll run off the ledges |
With a swallow for a motor |
De Vieytes applaud us. |
Live live… |
The madmen who invented love; |
And an angel and a soldier and a girl |
They give us a dancing waltz |
The beautiful people come out to greet us |
And crazy but yours, what do I know, my crazy |
He provokes bell towers with his laughter |
And finally, he looks at me and sings in a low voice: |
(Sung) |
Love me like this, piantao, piantao, piantao... |
Climb this crazy tenderness that is in me |
Put on this lark wig and fly, fly with me now: |
Come, love me like this piantao, piantao, piantao |
Open the loves that we are going to try the tragic madness |
Total revive, come, fly, come, tra… lala… lara… |