I want you (Bob Dylan) (1966)
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it’s not that way
I wasn’t born to lose you
The lonesome organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But it’s not that way
I wasn’t born to lose you
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
The drunken politician leaps
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin’ from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you
Upon the street where mothers weep
And the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin’ from my broken cup
And ask me to
Open up the gate for you
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
How all my fathers, they’ve gone down
True love they’ve been without it
But all their daughters put me down
’Cause I don’t think about it
True love they’ve been without it
But all their daughters put me down
’Cause I don’t think about it
Well, I return to the Queen of Spades
And talk with my chambermaid
She knows that I’m not afraid to look at her
She is good to me
And there’s nothing she doesn’t see
She knows where I’d like to be
But it doesn’t matter
And talk with my chambermaid
She knows that I’m not afraid to look at her
She is good to me
And there’s nothing she doesn’t see
She knows where I’d like to be
But it doesn’t matter
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit
He spoke to me, I took his flute
No, I wasn’t very cute to him, was I?
But I did it because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I . . .
He spoke to me, I took his flute
No, I wasn’t very cute to him, was I?
But I did it because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I . . .
I want you, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
I want you so bad
Honey, I want you
El enterrador culpable suspira
El
solitario organillero llora
Los
saxofones plateados dicen que debería rechazarte
Las
campanas rotas y las bocinas cascadas
Suenan
en mi cara con desprecio
Pero
esto no tiene que ser de esta manera
Yo
no nací para perderte
Te
deseo, te deseo
Te
deseo a rabiar
Cariño,
te deseo
El
político borracho salta
En
la calle donde lloran las madres
Y
los salvadores que duermen profundamente te esperan
Y
yo los espero a ellos para que vengan a interrumpirme
Cuando
bebo de mi copa rota
Y
me pidan
Que
te abra la puerta
Te
deseo, te deseo
Te
deseo a rabiar
Cariño,
te deseo
Todos
mis padres se han echado a perder
Han
vivido sin conseguir el amor verdadero
Pero
todas sus hijas me desprecian
Porque
yo no pienso en ello
Bueno,
me vuelvo al Queen of Spades
Y
charlo con mi camarera
Ella
sabe que no me da miedo mirarla
Se
porta bien conmigo
Y
no hay nada de lo que ella no se dé cuenta
Ella
sabe dónde me gustaría estar
Pero
eso no importa
Te
deseo, te deseo
Te
deseo a rabiar
Cariño,
te deseo
Ahora
tu hijo está bailando vestido con su traje chino
Él
habló conmigo y yo le quité su flauta
No,
no estuve muy simpático con él, ¿verdad?
Pero
yo lo hice porque mintió
Porque
te tomaba el pelo
Y
porque el tiempo estaba de su parte
Y
porque yo…
Te
deseo, te deseo
Te
deseo a rabiar
Cariño,
te deseo
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