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Talkin' New York by Bob Dylan
Lyrics & Translation
English
Ramblin' outa the wild West
Leavin' the towns I love the best
Thought I'd seen some ups and downs
'Til I come into New York town
People goin' down to the ground
Buildings goin' up to the sky
Wintertime in New York town
The wind blowin' snow around
Walk around with nowhere to go
Somebody could freeze right to the bone
I froze right to the bone
New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years
I didn't feel so cold then
I swung onto my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side
Greenwich Village
I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and play
Man there said, “Come back some other day
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folk singers here”
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said he loved m' sound
He was ravin' about how he loved m' sound
Dollar a day's worth
And after weeks and weeks of hangin' around
I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too
Even joined the union and paid m' dues
Now, a very great man once said
That some people rob you with a fountain pen
It didn't take too long to find out
Just what he was talkin' about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks 'n' knives
And they gotta cut somethin'
So one mornin' when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And headed out for the western skies
So long, New York
Howdy, East Orange
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Talkin' New York by Bob Dylan
Talkin' New York* (original Bob Dylan)
Ramblin' outa the wild West
Leavin' the towns I love the best
Thought I'd seen some ups and downs
'Til I come into New York town
People goin' down to the ground
Buildings goin' up to the sky
Wintertime in New York town
The wind blowin' snow around
Walk around with nowhere to go
Somebody could freeze right to the bone
I froze right to the bone
New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years
I didn't feel so cold then
I swung onto my old guitar
Grabbed hold of a subway car
And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride
I landed up on the downtown side
Greenwich Village
I walked down there and ended up
In one of them coffee-houses on the block
Got on the stage to sing and play
Man there said, “Come back some other day
You sound like a hillbilly
We want folk singers here”
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day
I blowed inside out and upside down
The man there said he loved m' sound
He was ravin' about how he loved m' sound
Dollar a day's worth
And after weeks and weeks of hangin' around
I finally got a job in New York town
In a bigger place, bigger money too
Even joined the union and paid m' dues
Now, a very great man once said
That some people rob you with a fountain pen
It didn't take too long to find out
Just what he was talkin' about
A lot of people don't have much food on their table
But they got a lot of forks 'n' knives
And they gotta cut somethin'
So one mornin' when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And headed out for the western skies
So long, New York
Howdy, East Orange
Talkin' New York (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Vagando desde el salvaje Oeste
Dejando los pueblos que más amo
Creí haber visto algunos altibajos
Hasta que llegué a la ciudad de Nueva York
La gente yendo al suelo
Edificios subiendo al cielo
Invierno en la ciudad de Nueva York
El viento soplando nieve alrededor
Caminar sin rumbo fijo
Alguien podría congelarse hasta los huesos
Me congelé hasta los huesos
El New York Times dijo que era el invierno más frío en diecisiete años
Entonces no sentí tanto frío
Me colgué mi vieja guitarra
Me agarré a un vagón de metro
Y después de un viaje agitado, tambaleante, rodante
Aterricé en la parte baja de la ciudad
Greenwich Village
Caminé hasta allí y terminé
En uno de esos cafés de la cuadra
Subí al escenario a cantar y tocar
El hombre allí dijo: “Vuelve otro día
Suenas como un paleto
Queremos cantantes de folk aquí”
Bueno, conseguí un trabajo de armónica, empecé a tocar
Dejándome los pulmones por un dólar al día
Toqué del revés y al revés
El hombre allí dijo que le encantaba mi sonido
Estaba delirando sobre cuánto le encantaba mi sonido
Por un dólar al día
Y después de semanas y semanas de andar por ahí
Finalmente conseguí un trabajo en la ciudad de Nueva York
En un lugar más grande, con más dinero también
Incluso me uní al sindicato y pagué mis cuotas
Ahora, un gran hombre dijo una vez
Que algunas personas te roban con una pluma estilográfica
No tardé mucho en descubrir
De qué estaba hablando
Mucha gente no tiene mucha comida en su mesa
Pero tienen muchos tenedores y cuchillos
Y tienen que cortar algo
Así que una mañana, cuando el sol estaba cálido
Salí de la ciudad de Nueva York
Me bajé la gorra sobre los ojos
Y me dirigí hacia los cielos del oeste
Adiós, Nueva York
Hola, East Orange
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