The mad musician

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EL MUSICO LOCO

caminando por la calle puedes ver
con su camiseta del reves su pantalon
roto y su bolsillo amarillo
contandoles cosas a los chiquillos
es un musico extraСo y singular
dice que nunca deja de tocar
su viejo instrumento siempre imaginario
de cosas que encuentra por el barrio
dice que una orquesta va ha montar
con intrumentos del cielo y el mar
que estan preparados 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(bis)

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 qu es de verdad
pero que no quiere tocar por la noche
por que prefiere no molestar
dice que una orquesta va ha montar
con intrumentos del cielo y del mar
que estan preparados 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(bis)

caminando por la calle puedes ver
con su camiseta del reves su pantalon
roto y su bolsillo amarillo
contandoles cosas a los chiquillos
dice que una orquesta va ha montar
con intrumentos del cielo y del mar
que estan preparados 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(bis)

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The mad musician

Walking on the streets you can see him
With his t-shirt inside out, his trousers
Torn and his yellow pocket
Telling stories to his buddies
He's an extra and single musician
He says he never stops playing
His old instrument always imagining
Something he's foun in the quarter
He says he's gonna build up an orchestra
With instruments of Heaven and sea
Be prepared to hear it sound

For the mad musician the wind are trumpets
He says that clouds are tambourines
He says that the moon marks the rhythm
He says the palmleaves are the waves of the sea (twice)

He says he satrted to compose
A melody made of honey
Where he sings verses to the moon
So she falls in love with him
They say they've seen him considering
That the sun is really a drum
But that it doesn't want to play at night
Because it prefers not to molest
He says he's gonna build up an orchestra
With instruments of Heaven and sea
Be prepared to hear it sound

For the mad musician the wind are trumpets
He says that clouds are tambourines
He says that the moon marks the rhythm
He says the palmleaves are the waves of the sea (twice)

Walking on the streets you can see him
With his t-shirt inside out, his trousers
Torn and his yellow pocket
Telling stories to his buddies
He says he's gonna build up an orchestra
With instruments of Heaven and sea
Be prepared to hear it sound

For the mad musician the wind are trumpets
He says that clouds are tambourines
He says that the moon marks the rhythm
He says the palmleaves are the waves of the sea (twice)

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