Músico Loco - Fondo Flamenco

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…

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...