The wall on which the prophets wrote
Is cracking at the seams.
Upon the instruments of death
The sunlight brightly gleams.
When every man is torn apart
With nightmares and with dreams,
Will no one lay the laurel wreath
When silence drowns the screams.

Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying.

Between the iron gates of fate,
The seeds of time were sown,
And watered by the deeds of those
Who know and who are known;
Knowledge is a deadly friend
When no one sets the rules.
The fate of all mankind I see
Is in the hands of fools.

Confusion will be my epitaph.
As I crawl a cracked and broken path
If we make it we can all sit back
And laugh.
But I fear tomorrow I'll be crying,
Yes I fear tomorrow I'll be crying....

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.

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.

How many years must a mountain exist
Before it is 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 must 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.

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.

Highlander pisze:Coś to tłumaczenie Dylana, niezbyt udane... .

This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes...again
Can you picture what will be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need...of some...stranger's hand
In a...desperate land
Lost in a Roman...wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain, yeah
There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway west, baby
Ride the snake, ride the snake
To the lake, the ancient lake, baby
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake...he's old, and his skin is cold
The west is the best
The west is the best
Get here, and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is callin' us
The blue bus is callin' us
Driver, where you taken' us
The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall
He went into the room where his sister lived, and...then he
Paid a visit to his brother, and then he
He walked on down the hall, and
And he came to a door...and he looked inside
Father, yes son, I want to kill you
Mother...I want to...WAAAAAA
C'mon baby,--------- No "take a chance with us"
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
C'mon baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
On a blue bus
Doin' a blue rock
C'mon, yeah
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
This is the end
Beautiful friend
This is the end
My only friend, the end
It hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights we tried to die
This is the end

polliter pisze:

Highlander pisze:Coś to tłumaczenie Dylana, niezbyt udane... .

Wiem, ten tytuł...
Najbardziej znane tłumaczenie tej piosenki jest tak zatytułowane i, z rozpędu, wrzuciłem ten tytuł w nawias. Powinno być "Przywieje wiatr", cała fraza może zostać przetłumaczona jako "odpowiedź przywieje wiatr", czyli sens zachowany.

Chyba, że chciałeś tłumaczenie tekstu, a ja wrzuciłem oryginał. Jeśli chcesz, mogę Ci wrzucić tłumaczenie całego tekstu.

Tylko nie wiem, jak to się ma do oryginału.

Abesnai pisze:Wiesz Poli, mam pewien problem właśnie dotyczący klasyfikacji
Widzisz, akurat utwory które mi się podobają są nazbyt często z pogranicza bluesa a nawet country, podczas gdy sami wykonawcy kwalifikują się m.in. do poetów rocka. Także mam czasem niebezpieczne zafiksowania tematyczne na punkcie klasyfikacji

Podam kilka wybranych ulubionych:
Cat Steavens aka Yusuf Islam - "Father and Son" (kocham ten utwór)
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Nick Cave - "Red Right Hand"
Eric Clapton - "Tears in heaven"
Joe Cocker - "Ain't No Sunshine"
Johnny Cash - "Hurt" ano właśnie o tym pisałem
Wspominanego Cohena : "Hallelujah"

Tekstu powyższych można się czepiać, ale dla mnie to poezja No nie mam aż tak mocno wysublimowanego gustu jakbym chciał

Polli otworzyłeś może ten link z "God's Gonna Cut You Down" Casha ? Zaxxxty jest, wchodzi do "głowy". Teledysk to taki hołd dla twórczości "czarnej duszy" J. Cash'a.

Kilka legend za jednym zamachem


Co Ty na to Polli ?

Here are the young men, a weight on their shoulders
Here are the young men - well where have they been?
We knocked on doors of Hell's darker chambers
Pushed to the limits, we dragged ourselves in

Watched from the wings as the scenes were replaying
We saw ourselves now as we never had seen
Portrayal of the traumas and degeneration
The sorrows we suffered and never were free
Where have they been

Weary inside, now our heart's lost forever
Can't replace the fear or the thrill of the chase
These rituals showed up the door for our wanderings
Opened and shut, then slammed in our face
Where have they been

Your Empty Walls,
Your Empty Walls,
Pretentious attention,
Dismissive apprehension,
Don't waste your time,
On coffins today,
When we decline,
From the confines of our mind,
Don't waste your time,
On coffins today...
Don't you see their bodies
burning?
Desolate and full of yearning,
Dying of anticipation,
Choking from intoxication,
Don't you see their bodies
burning?
Desolate and full of yearning,
Dying of anticipation,
Choking from intoxication,
I want you to be left behind
those empty walls,
Told you to see from behind
those empty walls...
Your Empty Walls,
When we decline,
From the confines of our mind,
Don't waste your time,
On coffins today...
Don't you see their bodies
burning?
Desolate and full of yearning,
Dying of anticipation,
Choking from intoxication,
Don't you see their bodies
burning?
Desolate and full of yearning,
Dying of anticipation,
Choking from intoxication,
I want you to be left behind
those empty walls,
Told you to see from behind
those empty walls,
Want you to be left behind those
empty walls,
I told you to see from behind
those empty walls,
From behind those empty walls,
From behind those empty walls,
From behind those empty walls,
The walls!
From behind those empty walls...
I left you yesterday,
(From behind those empty
walls...)
Before you killed my family,
(From behind those empty walls,
the walls...)
Don't you see their bodies
burning?
Desolate and full of yearning,
Dying of anticipation,
Choking from intoxication,
Don't you see their bodies
burning,
Desolate and full of yearning,
(I want you...)
Dying of anticipation,
Choking from intoxication,
(To be left behind those empty...)
I want you to be left behind
those empty walls,
Told you to see from behind
those empty walls,
(Desolate and full of yearning,
Dying of anticipation, Choking
from intoxication...)
Want you to be left behind those
empty walls,
(Don't you see their bodies
burning? Desolate and full of
yearning, Dying of anticipation,
Choking from intoxication...)
I told you to see from behind
those empty walls,
(Trust your empty walls, trust
your empty walls)
From behind those empty walls,
(Trust your empty walls, trust
your empty walls)
From behind those fucking walls,
(Trust your empty walls, trust
your empty walls)
from behind those god damn
walls,
Those walls!
Those walls!