Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Billy El Pistolero, artist - Melendi. Album song Que El Cielo Espere Sentao.., in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 13.08.2006
Record label: Carlitos
Song language: Spanish
Billy El Pistolero(original) |
Letra de ''Billy el pistolero'' |
En el asiento de un coche antiguo |
Abandonado en un desguace en el olvido |
Con un canuto entre los dedos, cara de malo |
Y con sombrero de vaquero y su pistolera |
Que le dan miedo y en su cuerpo |
No cabían ya más secuelas |
De chinas que le cayeron |
Siempre decía gritando al cielo |
Que algún día sería |
Tan niño como fue Billy el pistolero |
Que en su caballo cabalgaba to los días |
Y desde su barrio hasta la plaza de la alegría |
Donde encerraba el pasado dentro de una papelina |
Donde soñar es tan caro como barata es la luz del día |
Fueron figura de la amargura |
Bebia a pelo pequeñas dosis de locura |
Se confesaba en un estanco iba a la iglesia |
Pa fumarse uno a uno to los pecados |
Papel de biblia liado, sin darse cuenta llegó a la meca |
De tos los desamparados |
Siempre decía gritando al cielo |
Que algún día sería |
Tan niño como fue Billy el pistolero |
Que en su caballo cabalgaba to los días |
Y desde su barrio hasta la plaza de la alegría |
Donde encerraba el pasado dentro de una papelina |
Donde soñar es tan caro como barata es la luz del día |
Siempre decía gritando al cielo |
Que algún día sería |
Tan niño como fue Billy el pistolero |
Que en su caballo cabalgaba to los días |
Y desde su barrio hasta la plaza de la alegría |
Donde encerraba el pasado dentro de una papelina |
Donde soñar es tan caro como barata es la luz del día |
Que en su caballo cabalgaba to los días |
Y desde su barrio hasta la plaza de la alegría |
Donde encerraba el pasado dentro de una papelina |
Donde soñar es tan caro como barata es la luz del día |
(translation) |
"Billy the gunslinger" lyrics |
In the seat of an old car |
Abandoned in a junkyard in oblivion |
With a joint between his fingers, bad face |
And with a cowboy hat and his holster |
That scare him and in his body |
There were no more sequels |
Of chinas that fell |
He always said yelling at the sky |
that one day it would be |
As young as Billy the Gunslinger was |
That on his horse he rode every day |
And from his neighborhood to the plaza de la alegría |
Where he locked the past inside a piece of paper |
Where dreaming is as expensive as daylight is cheap |
They were a figure of bitterness |
Barely drank small doses of madness |
He confessed in a tobacconist he went to church |
To smoke one by one all the sins |
Bible paper bundled, without realizing it he arrived at the mecca |
of the forsaken |
He always said screaming to the sky |
that one day it would be |
As young as Billy the Gunslinger was |
That on his horse he rode every day |
And from his neighborhood to the plaza de la alegría |
Where he locked the past inside a piece of paper |
Where dreaming is as expensive as daylight is cheap |
He always said screaming to the sky |
that one day it would be |
As young as Billy the Gunslinger was |
That on his horse he rode every day |
And from his neighborhood to the plaza de la alegría |
Where he locked the past inside a piece of paper |
Where dreaming is as expensive as daylight is cheap |
That on his horse he rode every day |
And from his neighborhood to the plaza de la alegría |
Where he locked the past inside a piece of paper |
Where dreaming is as expensive as daylight is cheap |