Fernando Delgadillo — Sueños del Cometa song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Sueños del Cometa" by Fernando Delgadillo.

Lyrics

Todo fue principio enero
Para levantar el vuelo
Así no mas, vino a pasar
El tiempo de empezar
Entre ventiscas y heladas
Vi asomado a la ventana
De una calle poco
Frecuentada por el sol
Como se marcho febrero
Que ahora ya no era el primero
De los tantos meses
Que me llevan a través
De una vida sin planes
Para después
Cuando marzo y primavera
Se compuso el tiempo afuera
Y uno siempre siente sed
Al menos de probar
Con suerte hay abril y viento, y
Se sustente un pensamiento
Libre y sin pronósticos
De volverse a nublar
Claves de todas las aves
Cosas de las mariposas
Y todo lo que clama, invita
Y va a revolotear
Cuéntame el secreto
Enséñame a volar
Semejamos papalotes
Aguantándonos los botes
Que suscita el viento
A todo el que bromea con él
Nuestra propia mano guía
Un viaje aéreo a medio día
Y vuelo sujetando felizmente
Mi cordel, en mis sueños
Del cometa de papel
Cuelgo del cielo de mayo
Que me mira de soslayo
El tiempo que, dura mi vuelo
Cosa que no se
Como no se cuanto dura
Me preocupo y no me apura
Pero, si te soy sincero
Me gusta volar
Y acunarme en las corrientes
Y sortear los de repentes
Y las buenas horas que
Me he sentido elevar
No las tiro a cambio de seguridad
Solo somos papalotes
Eludiendo los rebotes
Que nos manda el viento
A todo al que juega con él
Si tu propia mano guía un
Alto vuelo a medio día y
Vuelas sujetando
Suave y firme tu cordel
Hoy invita el viento:
¡ven y ya móntate en él!
Levantemos los cometas de papel

Lyrics translation

It was all beginning January
To lift the flight
So no more, it came to pass
Time to start
Between blizzards and Frost
I saw peeking out the window
From a little street
Frequented by the sun
How he left February
That now he was no longer the first
Of the many months
That take me through
From a life without plans
For later
When March and spring
Time was made up outside
And one always feels thirsty
At least try
Hopefully there's April and wind, and
A thought is sustained
Free and without forecasts
To cloud again
Keys of all birds
Butterfly things
And all that cries, invites
And it's gonna flutter
Tell me the secret
Teach me how to fly
We look like papalotes
Holding our boats
That raises the wind
To anyone who jokes with him
Our own guiding hand
A half-day air travel
And flying holding happily
My twine, in my dreams
Of the Paper Kite
Hanging from the May Sky
Who looks at me from behind
The time that, my flight lasts
Thing I don't know
I don't know how long it lasts.
I worry and don't rush
But if I'm being honest with you
I like to fly
And cradle me in the currents
And bypass the repentant
And the good hours that
I've felt myself rise
I don't throw them away for safety.
We're just papalotes.
Dodging rebounds
That the wind sends us
To everyone who plays with him
If your own hand guides a
High midday flight and
Fly holding
Smooth and firm your string
Today invites the wind:
come and get on it!
Let's lift the paper kites