WENT TO SEE THE GIPSY
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SONO ANDATO A VEDERE LO ZINGARO
parole e musica Bob Dylan

Sono andato a vedere lo zingaro
in un grande albergo
Mi ha sorriso quando mi ha visto arrivare
e mi ha detto "Bene, bene, bene"
La sua stanza era scura ed affollata
Le luci erano basse e deboli
"Come stai?" mi ha chiesto
Gli ho chiesto la stessa cosa

Sono sceso nel corridoio
per fare una telefonata
Una graziosa ballerina se ne stava lì
ed ha incominciato a gridare
"Torna dallo zingaro
Può muoverti dalle retrovie
Allontanarti dalle tue paure
Condurti attraverso lo specchio
Lo ha già fatto a Las Vegas
e può rifarlo qui"

Fuori le luci brillavano
sul fiume di lacrime
Le ho osservate da lontano
con una musica nelle orecchie

Sono ritornato dallo zingaro
che era quasi l'alba
La porta dello zingaro era spalancata
ma lo zingaro se n'era andato
E la graziosa ballerina
non la si è più trovata
Così ho guardato il sole sorgere
da quella piccola città del Minnesota


traduzione di Michele Murino
 
 

WENT TO SEE THE GIPSY
words and music Bob Dylan

                           Went to see the gypsy,
                           Stayin' in a big hotel.
                           He smiled when he saw me coming,
                           And he said, "Well, well, well."
                           His room was dark and crowded,
                           Lights were low and dim.
                           "How are you?" he said to me,
                           I said it back to him.

                           I went down to the lobby
                           To make a small call out.
                           A pretty dancing girl was there,
                           And she began to shout,
                           "Go on back to see the gypsy.
                           He can move you from the rear,
                           Drive you from your fear,
                           Bring you through the mirror.
                           He did it in Las Vegas,
                           And he can do it here."

                           Outside the lights were shining
                           On the river of tears,
                           I watched them from the distance
                           With music in my ears.

                           I went back to see the gypsy,
                           It was nearly early dawn.
                           The gypsy's door was open wide
                           But the gypsy was gone,
                           And that pretty dancing girl,
                           She could not be found.
                           So I watched that sun come rising
                           From that little Minnesota town.



 
 
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