Текст песни Roberto Goyeneche, Astor Piazzolla y.s.Q. - Balada para un loco
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Las tardecitas de Buenos Aires tienen ese que se yo, viste? Salis de tu casa por Arenales. Lo de siempre: en la calle y en vos... Cuando de repente, detras de un arbol, me aparezco yo. Mezcla rara de penultimo 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 levantada en cada mano. Te reis!... Pero solo vos me ves: Porque los maniquies me guiñan, los semaforos me dan tres luces celestes y las naranjas del frutero de la esquina me tiran azahares. Veni!, que asi, medio bailando y medio volando, me saco el melon para saludarte, te regalo una banderita y te digo... Cantado Ya se que estoy piantao, piantao, piantao... No ves que va la luna rodando por Callao; que un corso de astronautas y niños, con un vals, me baila alrededor... Baila! Veni! Vola! Yo 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 trombon a desvelarte el corazon. Loco! Loco! Loco! Como un acrobata demente saltare, sobre el abismo de tu escote hasta sentir que enloqueci tu corazon de libertad... Ya vas a ver! Recitado Salgamos a volar, querida mia; subite a mi ilusion super-sport, y vamos a correr por las cornisas con una golondrina en el 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!; provoco campanarios con la risa, y al fin, te miro, y canto a media voz: Cantado Quereme asi, piantao, piantao, piantao... Trepate a esa ternura de locos que hay en mi, ponete esa peluca de alondras, y vola! Vola conmigo ya! Veni, vola, veni! Quereme asi, piantao, piantao, piantao... Abrite los amores que vamos a intentar la magica locura total de revivir... Veni, vola, veni! Trai-lai-lai-larara! Gritado Viva! Viva! Viva! Loca ella y loco yo... Locos! Locos! Locos! Loca ella y loco yo! ---- Ну, и перевод: 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. Смотрите также:
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The afternoons in Buenos Aires that you have noticed?
You leave your house for Arenales .
The usual: on the street and in you ...
When suddenly , behind a tree ,
I appear .
Mixed rare last tramp
and first stowaway on the trip to Venus:
Average melon head ,
shirt stripes painted on the skin ,
two half soles nailed feet
and Free taxi flag raised in each hand.
You reis ... But only you can see me! :
Because I mannequins wink ,
semaphores give me three celestial lights
and oranges from the corner grocery
I cast their blossoms .
Veni ! That well , half dancing and half flying ,
I remove the melon to greet ,
gift you a flag and I tell ...
sung
Because I'm crazy , crazy, crazy ...
Can not you see the moon rolling in Callao ;
a parade of astronauts and children, with a waltz ,
I dance around ... Dance! Veni ! Vola !
I know I'm crazy, crazy , crazy ...
I see Buenos Aires from the nest of a sparrow ;
and to you I saw you so sad ... Veni ! Vola ! Senti ! ...
the crazy desire that I have for you :
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
As darkness sets in your porteña solitude
by the shores of your bedsheet vendre
with a poem and a trombone
to keep your heart sleepless .
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
Like a demented acrobat 'll dive,
over the abyss of your cleavage to feel
that drove your heart crazy freedom ...
Now you'll see !
recitation
Lets go fly , my dear ;
get on my super-sport illusion ,
and we will run over the cornices
with a swallow in the engine!
Vieytes we applaud : " Viva! Viva! "
madmen who invented Love;
and an angel and a soldier and a girl
give us a dancing waltz .
Come out to greet the beautiful people ...
And crazy - but - yours , that is ! ;
steeples provoked laughter,
and finally , I look , and singing in a low voice :
sung
Quereme well , crazy, crazy , crazy ...
Climb to the tenderness of crazy that is in me,
ponete larks that wig , and vola !
Vola me already! Veni, vola , come here !
Quereme well , crazy, crazy , crazy ...
Abrite loves that we will try
the magic complete madness to revive ...
Veni, vola , come here ! Trai -lai -lai - Larara !
yelled
Viva! Viva! Viva!
Loca her and madman ...
Locos ! Locos ! Locos !
She crazy and crazy yo!
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Ну , и перевод :
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 cab -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 sky- blue lights
and the oranges at the corner grocery stand
Their blossoms cast 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 ...
do 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 'll come
with a poem and a trombone
to keep your heart sleepless .
