Pete Villarreal: Palabras Al Viento – December 28, 2011

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Note: Below are the song file and interim lyric translation (courtesy Hank Sims) for a song suing by Pete Villarreal, tentatively titled Palabras Al Viento” (Words To the Wind).

Anyone with insights as to this song’s origins, or the name of the guitar player, please let us know. Those why may be able to discern the lyrics are invited to revise them on our Wiki-Pete-ia page.

Palabras Al Viento

Palabras Al Viento
(Words To The Wind)

  • Palabras al viento que se van

Promesas que no se cumplean
No en [...]
[...]
Encuentras pas

Words fly away on the wind
Promises that remain unfulfilled
[...]
[...]
You find peace.

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La verdad es que [...] la violencia [..]
La sangre y la tierra [...] volveran
[...] contento
[...] momento
[...]

The truth is that [...] violence [...]
The blood and the land [...] return
[...] content
[...] moment
[...]

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A veces me pongo a pensar
de cuales errors cuestan mas
Los de la ausencia
O los de [...]
[...]

Sometimes I set myself to thinking
About which mistakes cost more
Those of absence
Or those of [...]
Or [...]

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Los ninos del mundo [...]
Justicia [...]
[...]
[...]
[...]

The children of the world [...]
Justice [...]
[...]
[...]
[...]

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[...] lo mas feliz [...] en la ciudad
Aromas [...] en catedral
[...]
[...] yo recuerdo
estos momentos
de felicidad

[...] the happiest [...] in the city
The smells for [...] in the cathedral
[...] I remember
these moments
of happiness

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Lugares [...]
y bailen muy cierto, y es verdad
[...]
[...]
[...] y no vuelve mas

Places [...]
And dance very confidently, and it’s true
[...]
[...]
[...] and don’t come back

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Palabras al viento que se van
Promesas que no se cumplean
[...]
[...]
[...]

Words fly away on the wind
Promises that remain unfulfilled
[...]
[...]
[...]

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2 Responses to “Pete Villarreal: Palabras Al Viento – December 28, 2011”

  1. La Nerdking

    I seem to remember this lady with lots of cats who put the ragman up out of the rain once in a while she sings a lovely rendition about a farm animal with things sticking out of the top/sides of his head that are the same material as finger and toenails. Yes indeed usually at 3 AM right after a good session of empty 40 oz Hamms Ice bottle beer bottle bowling alley on the hardwood floor. to check to see if I was asleep!

    It kinda goes like this…Horny horny horny,horny horny horn, horny horny, horny little horndog sittin on his butt, chased me around on my little putt putt —–

    It just goes on and on from there but I don’t want to share my secret song with youzz people. As I might not be fit for some of our friends with a more delicate ear.

    #50433
  2. Now that was some quality reading.

    #50435

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