Insane Tenderness
Maybe it adds a little more pleasure to your listening of this song next time when you "live" it.
| Balada para un loco... |
Recited
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 bedsheets 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
I drove your heart crazy with freedom.
You'll see!
Love me this 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!Recited
Let's go flying, my dear.
get on my super sport illusion,
let's run over the cornices
with a swallow in the engine.
From 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!;
I cause a stridency of bells with my laugh,
and finally, I look at you, and sing softly(Sung)
Love me this 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.
(Original Translation by: Alberto Paz)
Enjoy all the mad turns that life will offer!
I love the dizziness with which mine steps through every note in its waltz. There is comfort, as well as joy, in the "insane tenderness" that brings people together and also sets us apart.
How we choose to part is not to be a question, it takes time to appreciate it all, I wish you it all that there is in the crazy turns of this wonderful waltz of life.
MilongaCat.
The Only Cat Who Loves You Back!
2 comments:
There is one thing I've learned recently, in the city of loners. Maybe it has been wandering somewhere in my soul before but now it seems to scream.
Wherever you go, whenever you meet with human kindness or Ersatz of the strong definition of love, keep it in your mind, let it warm your heart, let it even make you suffer just for a while but let it make you more rich not poorer while it’s goodbye-time. It’s always safer to move into the different reality than to stay in the same place when saying goodbye. It is easier to accept new rules of life keeping in your mind not-so-vague image of what happened than look at surroundings thinking of things that would have happened but they didn’t. And it’s not a question whether to believe they will but how to make these imaginations become tools...
That's one of my favorite songs. :-) Thanks for posting it!
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