Letra de Horacio Ferrer
Música de Astor Piazzolla
Compuesto en 1969
Recited
The afternoons in Buenos Aires have this… well, you know. You get
out of your house and stroll down Arenales Avenue.
The usual: in the street and inyou…
Then suddenly, from behind a tree,
I appear. Rare mix of the ultimate 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,
traffic lights give methree colors sky-blue
and the oranges at the corner grocery stand
cast their blossoms.
Come on!, that, half dancing, half flying,
I remove the melon to greet you.
I give you a flag and I tell you…
Sung
I know I’m crazy, crazy, crazy…
do you see the moon rolling through Callao;
aparade 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 porteça loneliness, by the shores of your
bedsheet I’ll come with a poem and a trombone
to keep your heart sleepless.
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
Like a demented acrobat I’ll dive,
into the abyss of your cleavage ‘till I feel
Idrove your heart crazy with freedom.
You’ll see!
(Recited)
Let’s fly, my dear.
get on my super sport illusion,
let’s run over the cornices
with a swallow in the engine.
At Vieytes they applaud: «Hooray! Hooray!»,
the nuts who invented Love,
and an angel, a soldier and a girl
give us a dancing waltz
The beautiful people come out to say hello.
And crazy, but yours, I don’t know!;
Icause a stridency of bells with my laugh,
and finally, I look at you, and sing softly
(Sung)
Love me the way I am, crazy, crazy, crazy… Climb up into my insane
tenderness,
don a wig of larks on your head and fly!
Fly with me now! Come! Fly! Come!
Love me the way I am, crazy, crazy, crazy… Open up your love, we are
going to attempt the crazy magic of reviving…
Come, fly, come! Trai-lai-lai-larara!
(Yelling)
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
She’s crazy and I’m crazy…
Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!
She’s crazy and so am I…