Soy Loco Por Ti, América / I'm Crazy For You, America

Did you see the photo I choose to my Avatar? Well, I really feel identified with it as much that I even transformed it into my Gravatar... is that I fall in love with it the moment O saw it in a site that had photos of Patagonian Landscapes (the place on Earth more beautiful that I know). This picture is the sky of Caleta Olivia.
I don't know well why, but I love the possibility that we have at Argentina (and at El Salvador, at Nicaragua, at Guatemala, at Honduras and I don't know if I'm forgetting another country) to look at the sky and feel the homeland reflected.
That's how at the moment I loved the photo, automatically it triggered the memory of this beautiful song of Caetano Veloso. Of one of his first albums from 1968 when he invented musical hymns along with Gilberto Gil and created the Tropicalism.
A bilingual song, yes, because the genius of these two genius invented it in Spanish and Portuguese. One of the first songs I started to discover the lyric alone when I used to learn Portuguese in a self-taught manner long time before I started to do it formally. A song that reflects a lot about us the Latin Americans, about our political and social reality. A song I adore with all my soul and I hope it reaches you deep inside too.

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I'm crazy for you, America, I'm going to bring a beach woman
Hope her name be Marti, hope her name be Marti
I'm crazy for you of loves having as colours the white foam of Latin America
And the sky as flag, and the sky as flag

I'm crazy for you, America, I'm crazy for you of loves
I'm crazy for you, America, I'm crazy for you of loves

Smile of almost cloud, the rivers, songs, the fear
The body full of stars, the body full of stars
What's the name of the lover of that country with no name, that tango, that ranch,
That people, told me, burns the fire of known her, the fire of known her

I'm crazy for you, America, I'm crazy for you of loves
I'm crazy for you, America, I'm crazy for you of loves

The name of the dead man can't tell already, who knows?
Before the day burst, before the day burst
The name of the dead man before the definitive night spreads in Latin America
The name of the man is people, the name of the man is people

I'm crazy for you, America, I'm crazy for you of loves
I'm crazy for you, America, I'm crazy for you of loves

I hope a morning that sings, the name of the dead man
Not be sad words, I'm crazy for you of loves
A poem still exists with palm trees, with trenches, songs of war
Who knows songs of sea, ouch, until it moves you, ouch, until it moves you

I'm crazy for you, America, I'm crazy for you of loves
I'm crazy for you, America, I'm crazy for you of loves

I'm here passing by, I know below one day I'm going to die
Of fear, of bullet or addiction, of fear, of bullet or addiction
In a cliff of lights among memories, sobbing, I'm going to die bent
In the arms, in the eyes, in the arms of a woman, in the arms of a woman
Still more passionated inside the arms of the peasant, guerrilla woman
Mannequin, poor me, in the arms of whom loves me, in the arms of whom loves me

I'm crazy for you, America, I'm crazy for you of loves
I'm crazy for you, America, I'm crazy for you of loves
I'm crazy for you, America, I'm crazy for you of loves
I'm crazy for you, America, I'm crazy for you of loves