Paroles et traduction Adriana Varela - Balada para un loco

Balada para un loco

(Recitado)

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...

Ballad for a Madman

(Recited)

The evenings in Buenos Aires have that something, you know?
I leave home on Arenales, the usual on the street and in me,
When suddenly, behind that tree, he appears,
A strange mix of last-liner and first stowaway
On the journey to Venus. Half a melon on his head,
The stripes of his shirt painted on his skin,
Two half soles nailed to his feet
And a taxi free flag in each hand... Ha... ha... ha... ha...
It seems that only I see him, because he walks among the people
And the mannequins wink at me, the traffic lights give me three blue lights
And the oranges of the fruit seller on the corner throw me orange blossoms,
And so half dancing, half flying,
He takes off his melon, greets me, gives me a little flag
And says goodbye to me.

(Sung)

I know I'm crazy, crazy, crazy,
Don't you see that the moon is rolling down Callao
And a choir of astronauts and children with a waltz
Dances around me...
I know I'm crazy, crazy, crazy,
I look at Buenos Aires from a sparrow's nest;
And I saw you so sad; come on, fly, feel the crazy obsession
That I have for you.
Crazy, crazy, crazy, when night falls in your lonely Buenos Aires,
Along the shore of your pampa I will come with a poem
And a trombone to reveal your heart.
Crazy, crazy, crazy, like a crazy acrobat I'll jump
Over the abyss of your neckline until I feel
That I've driven your heart wild with freedom, you'll see.

(Recited)

And so the madman invites me to go
In his super-sport illusion,
And we go running along the cornices
With a swallow for an engine.
Vieytes applauds us. Hooray, hooray...
The madmen who invented love;
And an angel and a soldier and a girl
Give us a little dance waltz.
The beautiful people come out to greet us
And crazy but yours, I don't know, crazy mine,
Makes bell towers ring with his laughter
And finally, he looks at me and sings in a half-voice:

(Sung)

Love me like this, crazy, crazy, crazy...
Climb into this tenderness of a madman that's in me,
Put on this lark wig and fly, fly with me now:
Come on, love me like this crazy, crazy, crazy,
Open up the loves we're going to try the tragic madness,
Totally revived, come on, fly, come on, tra... la... la...