Belen — Músico Loco song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Músico Loco" by Belen.
Lyrics
Caminando por la calle puedes ver con su camiseta del reves
Su pantalon roto y su bolsillo amarillo contandole cosas a los chiquillos es un
musico extraño y singular
Dice que nunca deja de tocar su viejo instrumento siempre imaginario de cosas
que enuentra por el barrio
Dice que una orquesta va ha montar con instrumentos del cielo y del mar que
estan prepardos que ya va ha sonar
Pal musico loco el viento son trompetas dice que las nubes seran panderetas
dice que la luna le marca el compas dice que las palmas son olas del mar (x2)
Dice que ha empezado a componer una melodia que es de miel donde le canta
versos a la luna para que se enamore de el cuentan que le han visto comentar
que el sol es un tambor que es de verdad pero que no quiere tocar por las
noches por que prefiere no molestar
Dice que una orquesta va ha montar con instrumentos del cielo y del mar que
estan prepardos que ya va ha sonar
Pal musico loco el viento son trompetas dice que las nubes seran panderetas
dice que la luna le marca el compas dice que las palmas son olas del mar (x2)
Caminando por la calle puedes ver con su camiseta del reves
Su pantalon roto y su bolsillo amarillo contandole cosas a los chiquillos
Dice que una orquesta va ha montar con instrumentos del cielo y del mar que
estan prepardos que ya va ha sonar
Pal musico loco el viento son trompetas dice que las nubes seran panderetas
dice que la luna le marca el compas dice que las palmas son olas del mar (x2)
Lyrics translation
Walking down the street you can see with his shirt upside down
His broken pants and his yellow pocket telling things to the kids is a
strange and unique musician
He says he never stops playing his old instrument always imaginary of things
enuentra by the neighborhood
It says that an orchestra is going to ride with instruments from the sky and the sea that
they're ready to go.
Mad musician pal the wind is trumpets says the clouds will be tambourines
he says the moon marks the compass he says the palms are waves of the sea (x2)
He says that he has begun to compose a melody that is of honey where he sings
verses to the moon to fall in love with him tell that they have seen him comment
that the sun is a drum that is real but does not want to play for the
nights you prefer not to disturb
It says that an orchestra is going to ride with instruments from the sky and the sea that
they're ready to go.
Mad musician pal the wind is trumpets says the clouds will be tambourines
he says the moon marks the compass he says the palms are waves of the sea (x2)
Walking down the street you can see with his shirt upside down
His broken pants and his yellow pocket telling things to the kids
It says that an orchestra is going to ride with instruments from the sky and the sea that
they're ready to go.
Mad musician pal the wind is trumpets says the clouds will be tambourines
he says the moon marks the compass he says the palms are waves of the sea (x2)