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Fixin' To Die Blues by Bob Dylan
Lyrics & Translation
English
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground
Look over yonder to that burying ground
Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down
Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord,
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying but
I hate to leave my children crying
There's a black smoke rising, Lord
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
And tell Jesus make up my dying bed
I'm walking kind of funny, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Yes I'm walking kind of funny, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
Fixing to die, fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Fixin' To Die Blues by Bob Dylan
Fixin' To Die Blues* (original Bob Dylan)
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord,
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Feeling funny in my mind, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
Well, I look over yonder to that burying ground
Look over yonder to that burying ground
Sure seems lonesome, Lord, when the sun goes down
Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord,
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Feeling funny in my eyes, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying but
I hate to leave my children crying
There's a black smoke rising, Lord
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
It's rising up above my head, up above my head
And tell Jesus make up my dying bed
I'm walking kind of funny, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die, fixing to die
Yes I'm walking kind of funny, Lord
I believe I'm fixing to die
Fixing to die, fixing to die
Well, I don't mind dying
But I hate to leave my children crying
Fixin' To Die Blues (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Sintiéndome raro en mi mente, Señor,
Creo que me voy a morir, me voy a morir
Sintiéndome raro en mi mente, Señor
Creo que me voy a morir
Bueno, no me importa morir
Pero odio dejar a mis hijos llorando
Bueno, miro hacia allá, a ese cementerio
Miro hacia allá, a ese cementerio
Seguro parece solitario, Señor, cuando el sol se pone
Sintiéndome raro en mis ojos, Señor,
Creo que me voy a morir, me voy a morir
Sintiéndome raro en mis ojos, Señor
Creo que me voy a morir
Bueno, no me importa morir pero
Odio dejar a mis hijos llorando
Hay un humo negro subiendo, Señor
Está subiendo por encima de mi cabeza, por encima de mi cabeza
Está subiendo por encima de mi cabeza, por encima de mi cabeza
Y dile a Jesús que prepare mi lecho de muerte
Estoy caminando medio raro, Señor
Creo que me voy a morir, me voy a morir
Sí, estoy caminando medio raro, Señor
Creo que me voy a morir
Me voy a morir, me voy a morir
Bueno, no me importa morir
Pero odio dejar a mis hijos llorando
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