Текст песни Bob Dylan - Mr. Tambourine Man.x

Эй! Mr. Тамбурин, играй мне песню,
Я не сплю, и нет такого места, куда я иду.
Эй! Mr. Тамбурин, играй мне песню,
В утреннем шуме-звоне я пойду за тобой

Хотя я знаю, что вчерашняя империя превратилась в прах
Исчезла из моих рук
Без колебаний оставь меня здесь - стоящего, но еще не уснувшего
Моя усталость поражает меня, но я заклеймен стоять на ногах,
Нет никого, с кем бы я мог встретиться
А эта старая пустая улица, мертва для мечтаний.

пр.

Возьми меня в путешествие на твоем
волшебном кружащемся в водовороте судне,
Мои чувства обнажены, мои руки не чувствуют, что они держат.
Пальцы на ногах, окоченевшие так, что я не сделаю и шага, ждут когда каблуки отправятся в путь.
Я готов пойти куда угодно, я готов раствориться
в своем собственном параде, наложи на мой путь свое пляшущее заклятие.
Я обещаю следовать ему.

пр.

Хотя возможно ты и слышишь смех, кружение, качание
от края до края солнца,
Но все это никому не предназначено, это - только бегство на бегу
но для неба нет никаких преград.
И если ты услышишь смутные следы рифмы за
твоим тамбурином, это - только неотесанный деревенщина позади,
любом случае, я бы ни стал платить за это, то что ты видишь
- всего лишь призрак, за которым он гонится.

пр.

Тогда дай мне исчезнуть в табачных кольцах моего ума,
спусти в туманные руины времени,
подальше от замерзших листьев,
людных мест и дрожащих деревьев, к обдуваемому ветром взморью.
Далеко, куда не доберется безумная грусть.
Да, чтобы танцевать под алмазным небом, размахивая рукой
К силуэту моря, окруженного трибунами песка
Со всеми воспоминания и грядущим, спрячь меня глубоко под волнами,
Позволь мне забыть о сегодня до завтра.
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Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

пр.

Though you might hear laughing, spinning, swinging madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facing.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.

пр.

Then take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Hey! Mr. Tamburin, play me a song,
I do not sleep, and there is no such place where I go.
Hey! Mr. Tamburin, play me a song,
In the morning noise, I will go after you

Although I know yesterday's empire turned into dust
Disappeared from my hands
Without hesitation, leave me here - standing, but not yet asleep
My fatigue is striking me, but I am a core stand on my feet,
There is no one, with whom I could meet
And this old empty street, dead for dreams.

etc.

Take me on a trip to your
Magic spisle on the shy,
My feelings are naked, my hands do not feel that they hold.
Fingers on the legs, stuck so that I will not do and step, waiting for the heels to go on the road.
I am ready to go anywhere, I am ready to dissolve
In his own parade, falling on my path your dancing speech.
I promise to follow him.

etc.

Although perhaps you hear laughter, circling, swing
From the edge to the edge of the sun,
But all this is not intended for anyone, it is only escape on running
But there are no obstacles for the sky.
And if you hear the vague traces of the rhyme for
your tambourine, it is only the rough rustic behind,
any case, I would not pay for it, what you see
"Only a ghost, followed by."

etc.

Then let me disappear in the tobacco rings of my mind,
Lay into foggy ruins of time,
away from frozen leaves,
crowded places and trembling trees, to the wind-free seaside.
Far, where the crazy sadness does not get.
Yes, to dance under the diamond sky, waving his hand
To the silhouette of the sea surrounded by the sand podium
With all the memories and the coming, hide me deep under the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
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Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, Play A Song for Me,
I'm not Sleepy and There Is No Place I'm Going To.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, Play A Song for Me,
In The Jingle Jangle Morning I'll Come Followin 'You.

Though I Know that Evenin's Empire has Returned Into Sand,
Vanished from My Hand,
Left Me Blindly Here to Stand But Still Not Sleeping.
My Weariness Amazes Me, I'm Branded on My Feet,
I Have no one to meet
And The Ancient Empty Street's Too Dead for Dreaming.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, Play A Song for Me,
I'm not Sleepy and There Is No Place I'm Going To.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, Play A Song for Me,
In The Jingle Jangle Morning I'll Come Followin 'You.

Take Me On a Trip Upon Your Magic Swirling Ship,
My Senses Have Been Stripped, My Hands CAN't Feel to Grip,
My Toes Too Numb to Step, Wait Only for My Boot Heels to Be Wanderin '.
I'm Ready To Go Anywhere, I'm Ready for To Fade
INTO MY OWN PARADE, CAST Your Dancing Spell My Way,
I PROMISE TO GO Under IT.

etc.

Though You Might Hear Laughing, Spinning, Swinging Madly Across The Sun,
IT's Not Aimed At Anyone, It's Just Escapin 'On The Run
And But for The Sky There Are No Fences Facing.
And If You Hear Vague Traces of Skippin 'Reels Of Rhyme
To Your Tambourine in Time, IT's Just a Ragged Clown Behind,
I Wouldn't Pay It Any Mind, IT's Just A Shadow You're
Seein 'That He's Chasing.

etc.

Then Take Me Disappering Through The Smoke Rings of My Mind
DOWN THE FOGGY RUINS OF TIME, FAR PAST THE FROZEN LEAVES,
The Haunted, Frightened Trees, Out to the Windy Beach,
Far from the Twisted Reach of Crazy Sorrow.
Yes, to Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving FREE
Silhouetted by The Sea, Circled by The Circus Sands,
All Memory and Fate Driven Deep Beneath The Waves,
Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow.

Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, Play A Song for Me,
I'm not Sleepy and There Is No Place I'm Going To.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, Play A Song for Me,
In The Jingle Jangle Morning I'll Come Followin 'You.