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Mahareta

Y es la historia común
De un viejo loco
Que casi nunca
Sabía por donde andaba,
Se levantaba por las noches
Y se acostaba por las mañanas
Se dedicaba a coger flores
Y a jugar con las musarañas.

Y vagando por ahi
No paraba de cantar,
Con una flor detrás de la oreja
Repetía sin cesar...
Pero que mira como es
Con la camisa remendá
Pero que mira como es
Los pantalones medio "caios",
Pero que mira como es
Y no paraba de bailar
Pero que mira como es
Con su botella llena de vino.

Y ese viejo loco
Con su cigarro encendío
Pasaba las horas solo,
Y no se metía en líos,
Otro buchito a su botella
Para olvidar quién ha sido
Los amores del pasado
Y todo lo que ha sufrido.

Y vagando por ahi
No paraba de cantar,
Con una flor detrás de la oreja
Repetía sin cesar...
Pero que mira como es
Con la camisa remendá
Pero que mira como es
Los pantalones medio "caios",
Pero que mira como es
Y no paraba de bailar
Pero que mira como es
Con su botella llena de vino.

Pero que mira como es
Y su tesoro es la libertad
Pero que mira como es
Que importa si hace calor o frío
Pero que mira como es
Como un chiquillo quiere jugar
Pero que mira como es
Al escondite de su vacío

Pero que mira...

Maharaja

And it's the usual story
Of an old crazy man
Who almost never
Knew where he was ,
He got up at night
And went to bed in the morning
He used to pick flowers
And play with shrews.

And wandering around
He didn't stop singing,
With a flower behind his ear
He repeated without ceasing...
But look how he is
With his patched shirt
But look how he is
His pants half 'fallen',
But look how he is
And didn't stop dancing
But look how he is
With his bottle full of wine.

And that crazy old man
With his lit cigar
Spent hours alone,
And didn't get into trouble,
Another sip from his bottle
To forget who he's been
Past loves
And all he's suffered.

And wandering around
He didn't stop singing,
With a flower behind his ear
He repeated without ceasing...
But look how he is
With his patched shirt
But look how he is
His pants half 'fallen',
But look how he is
And didn't stop dancing
But look how he is
With his bottle full of wine.

But look how he is
And his treasure is freedom
But look how he is
What does it matter if it's hot or cold
But look how he is
Like a child he wants to play
But look how he is
Hide and seek from his emptiness

But look...