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Masters Of War by Bob Dylan
Lyrics & Translation
English
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion'
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Masters Of War by Bob Dylan
Masters Of War* (original Bob Dylan)
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion'
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
Masters Of War (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Vengan, ustedes, maestros de la guerra
Ustedes que construyen los grandes cañones
Ustedes que construyen los aviones de la muerte
Ustedes que construyen todas las bombas
Ustedes que se esconden tras los muros
Ustedes que se esconden tras los escritorios
Solo quiero que sepan
Puedo ver a través de sus máscaras
Ustedes que nunca hicieron nada
Sino construir para destruir
Juegan con mi mundo
Como si fuera su pequeño juguete
Ponen un arma en mi mano
Y se esconden de mis ojos
Y se dan la vuelta y corren más lejos
Cuando las balas rápidas vuelan
Como Judas de antaño
Mienten y engañan
Una guerra mundial puede ganarse
Quieren que yo crea
Pero veo a través de sus ojos
Y veo a través de su cerebro
Como veo a través del agua
Que corre por mi desagüe
Ustedes aprietan todos los gatillos
Para que otros disparen
Luego se echan atrás y miran
Cuando el número de muertos aumenta
Se esconden en su mansión
Mientras la sangre de los jóvenes
Fluye de sus cuerpos
Y es enterrada en el barro
Han lanzado el peor miedo
Que jamás pueda ser arrojado
Miedo a traer niños
Al mundo
Por amenazar a mi bebé
No nacido y sin nombre
No valen la sangre
Que corre por sus venas
Cuánto sé yo
Para hablar fuera de lugar
Podrían decir que soy joven
Podrían decir que soy ignorante
Pero hay una cosa que sé
Aunque soy más joven que ustedes
Que ni siquiera Jesús
Perdonaría lo que hacen
Permítanme hacerles una pregunta
¿Es su dinero tan bueno?
¿Les comprará el perdón?
¿Creen que podría?
Creo que encontrarán
Cuando su muerte cobre su precio
Todo el dinero que hicieron
Nunca les comprará de vuelta su alma
Y espero que mueran
Y su muerte llegará pronto
Seguiré su ataúd
En la pálida tarde
Y observaré mientras los bajan
Hasta su lecho de muerte
Y me pararé sobre su tumba
Hasta que esté seguro de que están muertos
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