Loco de Atar
Algunos cuentan que no sabe a donde va
Otros murmuran que no tiene casa
La gente dice que no duerme jamás
La mala suertee siempre le acompaña
Dicen y dicen que se va de la ciudad, porque susurran
Su nombre a sus espaldas
Joven y listo pero loco de atar, conoce bien la amarga soledad
Vive el momento sin perder aliento, se toma su tiempo y
Le confunden con el viento
Loco de atar
Loco de atar
No tiene rumbo ni camino vive en libertad
Loco de atar
Loco de atar
Nadie le dijo por donde tenia que andar
Ya nadie sabe si es mentira o realidad
Si es un fantasma o esta vivo de verdad
Se dedican a espiar por la ventana, por si aparece el loco
Por la mañana
Deja su rastro por las calles de Madrid
Se ollen sus gritos cuando esta cerca de aqui
Medio mortal y medio zombi se llego a decir
Oí que una vez lo vieron cerca de mi
Vive el momento sin perder aliento, se toma su tiempo y
Le confunden con el viento
Loco de atar
Loco de atar
No tiene rumbo ni camino vive el libertad
Loco de atar
Loco de atar
Nadie le dijo por donde tenia que andar
Dicen que está loco sin saber quien es
Se asustan de alguien que no ven
Maldito oido que todo lo cree
Pobre loco
Loco de atar
No tiene rumbo ni camino vive el libertad
Loco de atar
Loco de atar
Nadie le dijo por donde tenia que andar
Loco de atar
Crazy as Hell
Some say he doesn't know where he's going
Others whisper he has no home
People say he never sleeps
Bad luck always follows him
They say he's leaving the city, because they whisper
His name behind his back
Young and clever but crazy as hell, he knows bitter loneliness well
Living in the moment without losing his breath, he takes his time and
They mistake him for the wind
Crazy as hell
Crazy as hell
He has no direction or path, he lives freely
Crazy as hell
Crazy as hell
No one told him where to go
No one knows if it's a lie or reality anymore
If he's a ghost or truly alive
They spy on him through the window, in case the crazy one
Shows up in the morning
He leaves his mark on the streets of Madrid
His screams are heard when he's close by
Half mortal and half zombie, some have said
I heard once they saw him near me
Living in the moment without losing his breath, he takes his time and
They mistake him for the wind
Crazy as hell
Crazy as hell
He has no direction or path, he lives freely
Crazy as hell
Crazy as hell
No one told him where to go
They say he's crazy without knowing who he is
They're scared of someone they can't see
Damn ears that believe everything
Poor crazy one
Crazy as hell
He has no direction or path, he lives freely
Crazy as hell
Crazy as hell
No one told him where to go
Crazy as hell
Escrita por: Pablo Alborán