I Love Inspirational Poems And Quotes
BALADA PARA UN LOCO - Ballad for a crazy (1969)
LYRICS by: Horacio Ferrer MUSIC by: Astor Piazzola
The afternoons in Buenos Aires have this… well, you know.
You leave your house down Arenales Avenue.
The usual : on the street and in you…
Then suddenly, from behind a tree,
I show up.
Rare mix of the next to last tramp
and the first stowaway on a trip to Venus:
a half melon on the head,
a striped shirt painted on the skin,
two leather soles nailed to the fet,
and a taxi-for-hire flag up in each hand.
You laugh! But only you can see me:
because the mannequins wink at me,
the traffic lights flash me three lights sky-blue
and the oranges at the corner grocery stand
cast their blossoms at me.
Come on!, that this way, half dancing, half flying,
I remove the melon to greet you.
I give you a little flag and I tell you…
Sung
l know I’m crazy, crazy, crazy…
don’t you see the moon rolling through Callao;
a second line of astronauts and children
waltzing around me… Dance! Come! Fly!
I know I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m crazy…
I see Buenos Aires from a sparrow’s nest;
and I saw you so sad… Come! Fly! Feel!…
the crazy desire I have for you:
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
As darkness sets in your porteña loneliness,
by the shores of your bedsheet I’ll come
with a poem and a trombone
to keep your heart sleepless.
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
Like a demented acrobat I’ll dive,
into the abyss of your cleavage ’till I feel
I drove your heart crazy with freedom.
You’ll see!
Recited
Let’s go flying, my dear.
get on my super sport illusion,
let’s run over the cornices
with a swallow in the engine.
From Vieytes they applaud: “Hooray! Hooray!”,
the nuts who invented Love,
and an angel, a soldier and a girl
give us a dancing waltz.
The beautiful people come out to say hello.
And crazy, but yours, I don’t know!;
I cause a stridency of bells with my laugh,
and finally, I look at you, and sing softly
Sung
Love me this way I am, crazy, crazy, crazy…
climb up into my insane tenderness,
don a wig of larks on your head and fly!
Fly with me now! Come! Fly! Come!
Love me the way I am, crazy, crazy, crazy…
open up your love, we are going to attempt
the crazy magic of reviving…
Come , fly , come! Trai-lai-lai-larara!
Yelling
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
She’s crazy and I’m crazy…
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
She’s crazy and so am I.
LYRICS by: Horacio Ferrer MUSIC by: Astor Piazzola
The afternoons in Buenos Aires have this… well, you know.
You leave your house down Arenales Avenue.
The usual : on the street and in you…
Then suddenly, from behind a tree,
I show up.
Rare mix of the next to last tramp
and the first stowaway on a trip to Venus:
a half melon on the head,
a striped shirt painted on the skin,
two leather soles nailed to the fet,
and a taxi-for-hire flag up in each hand.
You laugh! But only you can see me:
because the mannequins wink at me,
the traffic lights flash me three lights sky-blue
and the oranges at the corner grocery stand
cast their blossoms at me.
Come on!, that this way, half dancing, half flying,
I remove the melon to greet you.
I give you a little flag and I tell you…
Sung
l know I’m crazy, crazy, crazy…
don’t you see the moon rolling through Callao;
a second line of astronauts and children
waltzing around me… Dance! Come! Fly!
I know I’m crazy, I’m crazy, I’m crazy…
I see Buenos Aires from a sparrow’s nest;
and I saw you so sad… Come! Fly! Feel!…
the crazy desire I have for you:
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
As darkness sets in your porteña loneliness,
by the shores of your bedsheet I’ll come
with a poem and a trombone
to keep your heart sleepless.
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
Like a demented acrobat I’ll dive,
into the abyss of your cleavage ’till I feel
I drove your heart crazy with freedom.
You’ll see!
Recited
Let’s go flying, my dear.
get on my super sport illusion,
let’s run over the cornices
with a swallow in the engine.
From Vieytes they applaud: “Hooray! Hooray!”,
the nuts who invented Love,
and an angel, a soldier and a girl
give us a dancing waltz.
The beautiful people come out to say hello.
And crazy, but yours, I don’t know!;
I cause a stridency of bells with my laugh,
and finally, I look at you, and sing softly
Sung
Love me this way I am, crazy, crazy, crazy…
climb up into my insane tenderness,
don a wig of larks on your head and fly!
Fly with me now! Come! Fly! Come!
Love me the way I am, crazy, crazy, crazy…
open up your love, we are going to attempt
the crazy magic of reviving…
Come , fly , come! Trai-lai-lai-larara!
Yelling
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
She’s crazy and I’m crazy…
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
She’s crazy and so am I.
70-79, M