Sad Eyed Lady Of The Lowlands - Bob Dylan (with translation) at 33 laps Qui la musica
# With your mercury mouth in the missionary times and your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes
and your silver cross and your voice like chimes
oh who do they think could bear you.
With your pockets well protected al last
and you street car visions which you place on the grass
anf your flesh like silk and your face like glass
who could they get to carry you.
( refrain ) sad eyed lady of the lowlands
where the sad eyed prophets say that no man comes
my warehouse eyes my arabian drums
should I put them by your gate
or sad eyed lady should I wait.
# With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace
and your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
and your basement clothes and your hollow face
who among them to think he could outguess you.
With your silhouette when the sunlight dims
into your eyes where the moonlight swims
amd your matchbook songs and your gipsy hymns
who among them would try to impress you. ( refrain )
# The kings of Tyrus with their convict list
are waiting in line for their geranium kiss
and you wouldn't know it would happen like this
but who among them really wants just to kiss you
With your childhood flames on your midnight rug
and your spanish manners and your mother's drugs
and your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs
who among them do you think could resist you. ( refrain )
# Oh the farmers and the businessman they all did decide
to show you where the dead angels are that they used to hide
but why did they pick you to simpatize with their side
how could they ever mistake you.
They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm
but with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm
and with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms
how could they ever have persuaded you. ( refrain )
# With your sheets metal memory of cannery row
and your magazine husband who one day just had to go
and your gentleness now which you just can't help
but show oh who among them do you think would employ you.
Now you stand with your thief you're on his parole
with your holy medallion that your fingertips now did fold
and your saint like face and your ghost like soul
who among them could ever think he could destroy you. ( refrain )
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Translation :
sad-eyed lady of the valleys
With your mercury mouth in the missionary times
and your eyes like smoke and your prayers rhymes as
and your silver cross and your voice like bells
those who others think, could bear
with your pockets well protected at last
and your visions of buses that run on the grass
and your complexion like silk and your face like glass
who never persuade her to bring.
Chorus:
sad-eyed lady of the valleys
where the sad prophets tell no man can come
my eyes my Arabian drums without borders
lady lay them to your gate
or I'll have to wait.
With your sheets metal and your belt lace
and your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace
discharged and your clothes and your face carved
those of they never think to deceive
with your silhouette when the sunlight falls
in your eyes where the moonlight swims
and your songs on packets of matches and your gypsy hymns
which of them ever try to impress you. (Chorus )
The kings of Tyrus with their lists of prisoners
are waiting for their geranium kiss
And you could not know that would happen so
but who among them really wants just to kiss
with the flames of your childhood and your midnight rug
with your English manners and your mother's medicine
in with your cowboy mouth and your curfew notes
which of them could ever resist. (Chorus )
Oh factors and businessmen decided
to show you where the dead angels live
they once hid
but because they have chosen you to be on their side
as they could be confused with another
wanted you to accept responsibility for the farm
ma con il mare ai tuoi piedi e il finto falso allarme
e con il figlio di un teppista stretto fra le tue braccia
come avrebbero mai potuto persuaderti. ( Ritornello )
Con la tua memoria di fogli di metallo del vicolo Cannery
e quel tuo marito da giornaletto che prima o poi doveva andare
e la tua gentilezza che adesso non può aiutarti
ma che mostri, oh chi di loro mai pensi ti impiegherebbe
now you're with your thief, you're on his word
with your holy medallion which now wrap your fingers
and your face and your holy soul like spectrum
which of them I think I can ever destroy. (Chorus )
