Balada para un Loco - Roberto Goyeneche, Adriana Varela

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…

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…