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Blowing in the wind in romana (Adiere de vant)
 
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Bob Dylan- Blowing In The Wind on TV, March 1963 Traducerea este, in mare parte, inspirata dupa cea a lui Mircea Cartarescu (Bob Dylan- Suflare in vant). Versuri originale: How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind Yes, 'n' how many years can a mountain exist Before it's washed to the sea? Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head And pretend that he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind Yes, 'n' how many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind The answer is blowin' in the wind
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Just like a woman in romana
 
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am folosit acest cover de Frank Persico: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZEiAB9aJ2i4 Versuri de Bob Dylan: Nobody feels any pain Tonight as I stand inside the rain Ev'rybody knows That Baby's got new clothes But lately I see her ribbons and her bows Have fallen from her curls She takes just like a woman, yes she does She makes love just like a woman, yes she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl. Queen Mary, she's my friend Yes, I believe I'll go see her again Nobody has to guess That Baby can't be blessed Till she finally sees that she's like all the rest With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls She takes just like a woman, yes she does She makes love just like a woman, yes she does And she aches just like a woman But she breaks just like a little girl. It's was raining from the first And I was dying there of thirst So I came in here And your long-time curse hurts But what's worse Is this pain in here I can't stay in here Ain't it clear that. I just can't fit Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit When we meet again Introduced as friends Please don't let on that you knew me when I was hungry and it was your world Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes you do You make love just like a woman, yes you do Then you ache just like a woman But you break just like a little girl.
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Sara (Bob Dylan) in romana
 
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Melodia este un cover, originalul aici: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXtB7eR4dTY Compozitor: Bob Dylan I laid on a dune I looked at the sky When the children were babies and played on the beach You came up behind me, I saw you go by You were always so close and still within reach Sara, Sara Whatever made you want to change your mind Sara, Sara So easy to look at, so hard to define I can still see them playing with their pails in the sand They run to the water their buckets to fill I can still see the shells falling out of their hands As they follow each other back up the hill Sara, Sara Sweet virgin angel, sweet love of my life Sara, Sara Radiant jewel, mystical wife Sleeping in the woods by a fire in the night Drinking white rum in a Portugal bar Them playing leapfrog and hearing about Snow White You in the marketplace in Savanna-la-Mar Sara, Sara It's all so clear, I could never forget Sara, Sara Loving you is the one thing I'll never regret I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through Staying up for days in the Chelsea Hotel Writing "Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" for you Sara, Sara Wherever we travel we're never apart Sara, Sara Beautiful lady, so dear to my heart How did I meet you? I don't know A messenger sent me in a tropical storm You were there in the winter, moonlight on the snow And on Lily Pond Lane when the weather was warm Sara, Sara Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress Sara, Sara You must forgive me my unworthiness Now the beach is deserted except for some kelp And a piece of an old ship that lies on the shore You always responded when I needed your help You gimme a map and a key to your door Sara, Sara Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow Sara, Sara Don't ever leave me, don't ever go
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Love minus zero in romana (Dragoste fara margini) - Bob Dylan
 
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traducere de Mircea Cartarescu versuri originale: My love, she speaks like silence Without ideals or violence. She doesn't have to say she's faithful Yet she's true, like ice, like fire. People carry roses And make promises by the hours My love laughs like the flowers Valentines can't buy her. In the dime stores and bus stations People talk of situations Read books, repeat quotations Draw conclusions on the wall. Some speak of the future My love, she speaks softly She knows there's no success like failure And that failure's no success at all. The cloak and dagger dangles Madams light the candles In ceremonies of the horsemen Even the pawn must hold a grudge. Statues made of match sticks Crumble into one another My love winks, she does not bother She knows too much to argue or to judge. The bridge at midnight trembles The country doctor rambles Bankers' nieces seek perfection Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring. The wind howls like a hammer The night blows cold and rainy My love she's like some raven At my window with a broken wing.
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A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall in romana
 
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Nu stiu cine canta de se cam grabeste, dar asta e ce-am gasit. Versuri de Bob Dylan: [Verse 1] Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son? And where have you been, my darling young one? I’ve stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains I’ve walked and I’ve crawled on six crooked highways I’ve stepped in the middle of seven sad forests I’ve been out in front of a dozen dead oceans I’ve been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard [Chorus] And it’s a hard, and it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard It’s a hard rain’s a-going to fall [Verse 2] Oh, what did you see, my blue-eyed son? And what did you see, my darling young one? I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it I saw a black branch with blood that kept dripping I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleeding I saw a white ladder all covered with water I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children [Chorus] And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard It’s a hard rain’s a-going to fall [Verse 3] And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son? And what did you hear, my darling young one? I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warning I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazing I heard ten-thousand whispering and nobody listening I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing I heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter I heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley [Chorus] And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard It’s a hard rain’s a-going to fall [Verse 4] Oh, what did you meet, my blue-eyed son? And who did you meet, my darling young one? I met a young child beside a dead pony I met a white man who walked a black dog I met a young woman who her body was burning I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow I met one man who was wounded in love I met another man who was wounded in hatred [Chorus] And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard It’s a hard rain’s a-going to fall [Verse 5] And what will you do now, my blue-eyed son? And what will you do now, my darling young one? I’m a-going back out ’fore the rain starts a-falling I’ll walk to the depths of the deepest dark forest Where the people are many and their hands are all empty Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison And the executioner’s face is always well hidden Where hunger is ugly, where the souls are forgotten Where black is the color, where none is the number And I’ll tell it, and speak it, and think it, and breathe it And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it Then I’ll stand on the ocean until I start sinking But I’ll know my song well before I start singing [Chorus] And it’s a hard, it’s a hard, it’s a hard, and it’s a hard It’s a hard rain’s a-going to fall Si, sa nu uit, am un anunt pentru toti abonatii mei - 0, puteti face solicitari de videoclip alegand o piesa de B. Dylan pe care doriti sa o traduc urmatoarea. Ce doriti! Doar alegeti un titlu, iar cel care va avea mai multe voturi il voi face.
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Jokerman in romana (Mascarici)
 
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interpret: Caetano Veloso compozitor: Bob Dylan versuri: Standing on the water, casting your bread While the eyes of the idol with the iron head are glowing Distant ships sailing into the mist You were born with a snake in both of your fists while a hurricane was blowing Freedom just around the corner for you But with truth so far off, what good will it do. Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman. So swiftly the sun sets in the sky You rise up and say goodbye to no one Fools rush in where angels fear to tread Both of their futures, so full of dread, you don't show one Shedding off one more layer of skin Keeping one step ahead of the persecutor within. Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman. You're a man of the mountains, you can walk on the clouds Manipulator of crowds, you're a dream twister You're going to Sodom and Gomorrah But what do you care ? Ain't nobody there would want marry your sister Friend to the martyr, a friend to the woman of shame You look into the fiery furnace, see the rich man without any name. Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman. Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face. Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman. Well, the rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame Preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain Nightsticks and water cannons, tear gas, padlocks Molotov cocktails and rocks behind every curtain False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin Only a matter of time 'til the night comes stepping in. Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman. It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery gray A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat Take the motherless children off the street And place them at the feet of a harlot Oh, Jokerman, you know what he wants Oh, Jokerman, you don't show any response. Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune Bird fly high by the light of the moon Oh, oh, oh, Jokerman.
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The Ballad of Hollis Brown in romana
 
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Interpret: Dolbro Dan Compozitor: Bob Dylan Versuri: Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town With his wife and five children And his cabin brokin' down. You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry That they don't know how to smile. Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve You walk the floor and wonder why With every breath you breathe. The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare If there's anyone that knows Is there anyone that cares? You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend Your empty pocket tell you That you ain't a-got no friend. Your babies are crying louder now It's pounding on your brain Your babies are crying louder now It's pounding on your brain Your wife's screams are stabbin' you Like the dirty drivin' rain. Your grass is turning black There's no water in your well Your grass is turning black There's no water in your well Your spent your last lone dollar On seven shotgun shels. Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shortgun That's hangin' on the wall. Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shortgun That you're holdin' in your hand. There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door Seven shots ring out Like the ocean's pounding roar. There's seven people dead On a south Dakota farm There's seven people dead On a south Dakota farm Somewhere in the distance There's seven new people born.
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Sunshine intro
 
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little cat la mangaiat
 
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Satisfying claws
 
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Love of my life
 
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inspirat de Ciobanu Marian; cu dedicatie crush-ului meu, M.C.
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Times They Are A'Changing in romana
 
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Compozitor: Bob Dylan Come gather 'round people Wherever you roam And admit that the waters Around you have grown And accept it that soon You'll be drenched to the bone. If your time to you Is worth savin' Then you better start swimmin' Or you'll sink like a stone For the times they are a-changin'. Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin'. For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'. Come senators, congressmen Please heed the call Don't stand in the doorway Don't block up the hall For he that gets hurt Will be he who has stalled There's a battle outside And it is ragin'. It'll soon shake your windows And rattle your walls For the times they are a-changin'. Come mothers and fathers Throughout the land And don't criticize What you can't understand Your sons and your daughters Are beyond your command Your old road is Rapidly agin'. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand For the times they are a-changin'. The line it is drawn The curse it is cast The slow one now Will later be fast As the present now Will later be past The order is Rapidly fadin'. And the first one now Will later be last For the times they are a-changin'.
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