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Motorpsycho Nightmare by Bob Dylan
Lyrics & Translation
English
I pounded on a farmhouse
Lookin' for a place to stay
I was mighty, mighty tired
I had come a long, long way
I said, "Hey, hey, in there
Is there anybody home ?
I was standin' on the steps
Feelin' must alone
Well, out comes a farmer
He must have thought that I was nuts
He immediately looked at me
And stuck a gun into my guts
I fell down
To my bended knees
Saying, "I dig farmers
Don't shoot me please"
He cocked his rifle
And began to shout
"You're that travelin' salesman
That I have heard about"v I said, "No ! No ! No !
I'm a doctor and it's true
I'm a clean-cut kid
And I been to college too".
Then in comes his daughter
Whose name was Rita
She looked like she stepped out of
La Dolce Vita
I immediately tried to cool it
With her dad
And told him what a
Nice, pretty farm he had
He said, "What do doctors
Know about farms, pray tell ?"
I said, "I was born
At the bottom of a wishing well".
Well, by the dirt 'neath my nails
I guess he knew I wouldn't lie
He said "I guess, you're tired"
He said, kinds sly
I said, "Yes, ten thousand miles
Today I drove"
He said, "I got a bed for you
Underneath the stove
Just one condition
You got to sleep right now
That you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, milk the cow".
I was sleepin' like a rat
When I heard something jerkin'
There stood Rita
Lookin' just like Tony Perkins
She said, "Would you like to take a shower ?
I'll show you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no, no
I've been through this movie before
I knew I had to split
But I didn't know how
When she said,
"Would you like to take that shower now ?"
Well, I couldn't leave
Unless the old man chased me out
'Cause I'd already promised
That I'd milk his cows
I had to say something
To strike him very weird
So I yelled out
"I like Fidel Castro and his beard"
Rita looked offended
But she got out of the way
As he came charging down the stairs
Sayin', "What's that I heard you say ?"
I said, "I like Fidel Castrov I think you heard me right"
And I ducked as he swung
At me with all his might
Rita mumbled something
'Bout her mother on the hill
As his fist hit the icebox
He said he's going to kill me
If I don't get out of the door
In two seconds flat
"Your unpatriotic
Rotten doctor Commie rat".
Well, he threw a Reader's Digest
At my head and I did run
I did a somersault
As I seen him get his gun
And chrashed through the window
At a hundred miles an hour
And landed fully blast
In his garden flowers
Rita said, "Come back"
As he started to load
The sun was comin' up
And I was runnin' down the road.
Well, I don't figure I'll be back
There for a spell
Even though Rita moved away
And got a job in a motel
He still waits for me
Constant on the sky
He wants to turn me in
To the FBI
Me, I romp and stomping
Thankful as a romp
Without freedom of speech
I might be in the swamp.
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Motorpsycho Nightmare by Bob Dylan
Motorpsycho Nightmare* (original Bob Dylan)
I pounded on a farmhouse
Lookin' for a place to stay
I was mighty, mighty tired
I had come a long, long way
I said, "Hey, hey, in there
Is there anybody home ?
I was standin' on the steps
Feelin' must alone
Well, out comes a farmer
He must have thought that I was nuts
He immediately looked at me
And stuck a gun into my guts
I fell down
To my bended knees
Saying, "I dig farmers
Don't shoot me please"
He cocked his rifle
And began to shout
"You're that travelin' salesman
That I have heard about"v I said, "No ! No ! No !
I'm a doctor and it's true
I'm a clean-cut kid
And I been to college too".
Then in comes his daughter
Whose name was Rita
She looked like she stepped out of
La Dolce Vita
I immediately tried to cool it
With her dad
And told him what a
Nice, pretty farm he had
He said, "What do doctors
Know about farms, pray tell ?"
I said, "I was born
At the bottom of a wishing well".
Well, by the dirt 'neath my nails
I guess he knew I wouldn't lie
He said "I guess, you're tired"
He said, kinds sly
I said, "Yes, ten thousand miles
Today I drove"
He said, "I got a bed for you
Underneath the stove
Just one condition
You got to sleep right now
That you don't touch my daughter
And in the morning, milk the cow".
I was sleepin' like a rat
When I heard something jerkin'
There stood Rita
Lookin' just like Tony Perkins
She said, "Would you like to take a shower ?
I'll show you up to the door"
I said, "Oh, no, no
I've been through this movie before
I knew I had to split
But I didn't know how
When she said,
"Would you like to take that shower now ?"
Well, I couldn't leave
Unless the old man chased me out
'Cause I'd already promised
That I'd milk his cows
I had to say something
To strike him very weird
So I yelled out
"I like Fidel Castro and his beard"
Rita looked offended
But she got out of the way
As he came charging down the stairs
Sayin', "What's that I heard you say ?"
I said, "I like Fidel Castrov I think you heard me right"
And I ducked as he swung
At me with all his might
Rita mumbled something
'Bout her mother on the hill
As his fist hit the icebox
He said he's going to kill me
If I don't get out of the door
In two seconds flat
"Your unpatriotic
Rotten doctor Commie rat".
Well, he threw a Reader's Digest
At my head and I did run
I did a somersault
As I seen him get his gun
And chrashed through the window
At a hundred miles an hour
And landed fully blast
In his garden flowers
Rita said, "Come back"
As he started to load
The sun was comin' up
And I was runnin' down the road.
Well, I don't figure I'll be back
There for a spell
Even though Rita moved away
And got a job in a motel
He still waits for me
Constant on the sky
He wants to turn me in
To the FBI
Me, I romp and stomping
Thankful as a romp
Without freedom of speech
I might be in the swamp.
Motorpsycho Nightmare (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Golpeé en una granja
Buscando un lugar donde quedarme
Estaba muy, muy cansado
Había recorrido un largo, largo camino
Dije, "Oye, oye, ahí dentro
¿Hay alguien en casa?
Estaba parado en los escalones
Sintiéndome muy solo
Bueno, sale un granjero
Debe haber pensado que estaba loco
Inmediatamente me miró
Y me apuntó con un arma al estómago
Me caí
De rodillas
Diciendo, "Me gustan los granjeros
Por favor, no me dispares"
Amartilló su rifle
Y empezó a gritar
"Eres ese vendedor ambulante
Del que he oído hablar"v Dije, "¡No! ¡No! ¡No!
Soy doctor y es verdad
Soy un chico bien
Y también fui a la universidad".
Entonces entra su hija
Cuyo nombre era Rita
Parecía sacada de
La Dolce Vita
Inmediatamente intenté calmarlo
Con su padre
Y le dije qué
Bonita y linda granja tenía
Él dijo, "¿Qué saben los doctores
De granjas, dime?"
Dije, "Nací
En el fondo de un pozo de los deseos".
Bueno, por la tierra bajo mis uñas
Supongo que supo que no mentiría
Él dijo "Supongo que estás cansado"
Dijo, algo astuto
Dije, "Sí, diez mil millas
Hoy conduje"
Él dijo, "Tengo una cama para ti
Debajo de la estufa
Solo una condición
Tienes que dormir ahora mismo
Que no toques a mi hija
Y por la mañana, ordeñes la vaca".
Estaba durmiendo como una rata
Cuando oí algo moverse
Allí estaba Rita
Pareciendo Tony Perkins
Ella dijo, "¿Te gustaría ducharte?
Te mostraré la puerta"
Dije, "Oh, no, no
Ya he visto esta película antes
Sabía que tenía que irme
Pero no sabía cómo
Cuando ella dijo,
¿Te gustaría ducharte ahora?"
Bueno, no podía irme
A menos que el viejo me echara
Porque ya había prometido
Que ordeñaría sus vacas
Tenía que decir algo
Para que le pareciera muy raro
Así que grité
"Me gusta Fidel Castro y su barba"
Rita pareció ofendida
Pero se quitó del camino
Mientras él bajaba las escaleras cargando
Diciendo, "¿Qué fue eso que te oí decir?"
Dije, "Me gusta Fidel Castro, creo que me oíste bien"
Y me agaché mientras él balanceaba
Hacia mí con todas sus fuerzas
Rita murmuró algo
Sobre su madre en la colina
Mientras su puño golpeaba la nevera
Dijo que me iba a matar
Si no salgo por la puerta
En dos segundos
"Tu antipatriótico
Podrido doctor rata comunista".
Bueno, me lanzó un Reader's Digest
A la cabeza y corrí
Di una voltereta
Mientras lo veía coger su arma
Y se estrelló contra la ventana
A cien millas por hora
Y aterrizó a toda velocidad
En las flores de su jardín
Rita dijo, "Vuelve"
Mientras él empezaba a cargar
El sol estaba saliendo
Y yo corría por la carretera.
Bueno, no creo que vuelva
Allí por un tiempo
Aunque Rita se mudó
Y consiguió un trabajo en un motel
Él todavía me espera
Constantemente en el cielo
Quiere entregarme
Al FBI
Yo, yo me divierto y pisoteo
Agradecido como un juego
Sin libertad de expresión
Podría estar en el pantano.
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