Bob Dylan
Like A Rolling Stone
Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn’t you? People’d call, say, “Beware doll, you’re bound to fall” You thought they were all kiddin’ you You used to laugh about Everybody that was hangin’ out Now you don’t talk so loud Now you don’t seem so proud About having to be scrounging for your next meal How does it feel How does it feel To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You’ve gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street And now you find out you’re gonna have to get used to it You said you’d never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realize He’s not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And ask him do you want to make a deal? How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns When they all come down and did tricks for you You never understood that it ain’t no good You shouldn’t let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Ain’t it hard when you discover that He really wasn’t where it’s at After he took from you everything he could steal How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They’re drinkin’, thinkin’ that they got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things But you’d better lift your diamond ring, you’d better pawn it babe You used to be so amused At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can’t refuse When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose You’re invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal How does it feel How does it feel To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone? |
Kao kotrljajući kamen (skitnica) Nekada davno oblačila si se sjajno U svojim najboljim godinama bacala si lutalicama novčiće, zar ne? Ljudi su zvali, govorili “Pazi se lutko, loše ti se piše!” Mislila si da se šale s tobom Nekad su ti bili smešni Svima koji su se unaokolo smucali Sad više ne pričaš tako glasno Sad više nisi tako ponosna što moraš da žicaš za svoj sledeći obrok Kakav je osećaj Kakav je osećaj Biti bez doma Kao potpuni neznanac Kao skitnica? Istina je, išla si u najbolje škole, gospođice Usamljena Ali znaš da si se u njima samo opijala I nikad te niko nije naučio kako da živiš na ulici
A sada vidiš da ćeš na to morati da se navikneš
Rekla si da nikad ne bi pravila kompromise
sa tajanstvenom skitnicom, ali sada shvataš On ne prodaje nikakav alibi dok buljiš u vakuum njegovih očiju i pitaš ga: želiš li da sklopimo dil? Kakav je osećaj Kakav je osećaj Biti prepušten sam sebi Bez puta ka kući Kao potpuni neznanac Kao skitnica? Nikad se nisi osvrnula da vidiš kako se žongleri i klovnovi mrgode A svi oni su za tebe izvodili trikove Nikad nisi razumela da to nije lepo Ne bi trebala puštati druge ljude da umesto tebe primaju udarce Nekad si jahala na hromiranom konju sa svojim diplomatom Koji je na ramenu nosio sijamsku mačku Jelda da je teško kad otkriješ da On nije onakav kakvim si ga smatrala Pošto ti je uzeo sve što je mogao da ukrade Kakav je osećaj Kakav je osećaj Biti prepušten sam sebi Bez puta ka kući Kao potpuni neznanac Kao skitnica? Princeza u kuli i svi ti prelepi ljudi Piju, misle da im je sve servirano Razmenjuju razne dragocene poklone i stvarčice Ali ti bolje makni svoj dijamantski prsten, bolje ga založi dušo Nekad te je tako zabavljao Napoleon u ritama i način na koji je pričao Sad idi kod njega, on te zove, ne možeš odbiti Kad nemaš ništa, nemaš šta da izgubiš Sad si nevidljiva, nemaš nikakvih tajni za skrivanje Kakav je osećaj Kakav je osećaj Biti prepušten sam sebi Bez puta ka kući Kao potpuni neznanac Kao skitnica? |
петак, 9. август 2013.
Bob Dylan-Like A Rolling Stone
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