Bob Dylan
Оригинал:
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
Was a friend to the poor,
He trav'led with a gun in ev'ry hand.
All along this countryside,
He opened a many a door,
But he was never known
To hurt a honest man.
'Twas down in Chaynee County,
A time they talk about,
With his lady by his side
He took a stand.
And soon the situation there
Was all but straightened out,
For he was always known
To lend a helping hand.
All across the telegraph
His name it did resound,
But no charge held against him
Could they prove.
And there was no man around
Who could track or chain him down,
He was never known
To make a foolish move.
Перевод:
Джон Уэсли Хардинг
Джон Уэсли Хардинг,
Был другом бедных,
Он гулял с пистолетом в каждой руке.
За все время пока он в этой деревне,
Он открыл много дверей,
Но он никогда не знал,
Как причинить честному человеку боль.
Это было в стране Чэйнии,
Время, когда они говорили,
С его девушки, что была рядом с ним,
Он высказался.
И вскоре ситуация здесь
Была полностью улажена,
И он навсегда запомнился, как тот,
Кто всегда протянет руку помощи.
Везде через телеграф,
Его имя произносилось,
Но некто не мог опорочить его
С доказательствами.
И не было не одного человека вблизи,
Кто мог отследить или связать его,
Он был никогда не был известен,
Как тот кто сделает не правильный шаг.
Bob Dylan.
Original:
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
Was a Friend to The Poor,
HE TRAV'LED WITH A GUN IN EV'RY HAND.
Allong This Countryside,
HE OPENED A MANY A DOOR,
But He Was Never Known
To hurt a honest man.
'Twas Down in Chaynee County,
A TIME THEY TALK ABOUT,
WITH HIS LADY by HIS Side
HE TOOK A STAND.
And Soon The Situation There
Was All But Straightened Out,
For He Was Always Known
To Lend A Helping Hand.
All Across The Telegraph
HIS Name It Did Resound,
But No Charge Held Against Him
Could They Prove.
AND THERE WAS NO MAN AROUND
WHO COULD TRACK OR CHAIN HIM DOWN,
HE WAS NEVER KNOWN
To make a foolish move.
Translation:
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding,
Was a friend of poor
He walked with a pistol in each hand.
For all the time he is in this village,
He opened a lot of doors,
But he never knew
How to hurt a honest pain.
It was in the country of Chase,
Time when they said
From his girl, what was next to him,
He spoke.
And soon the situation here
Was completely settled
And he is forever remembered like that
Who will always hand over help.
Everywhere through Telegraph,
His name was uttered
But someone could not defame his
With evidence.
And there was not one person near,
Who could track or tie it
He was never famous
Like the one who will do the wrong step.
