Masters Of War

Bob Dylan

Originale	LATINO / LATIN - Riccardo Venturi
MASTERS OF WAR	DOMINI BELLATORES
Come you masters of war	Huc venite, domini bellatores,
You that build all the guns	vos, qui bellica tormenta fabricamini
You that build the death planes	atque mortiferas aëronaves
You that build the big bombs	atque omnis speciei pyrobolos
You that hide behind walls	vos, qui muris occultamini,
You that hide behind desks	vos, qui sub scriptoria latetis
I just want you to know	hoc tantum volo, ut sciatis
I can see through your masks	me videre posse per vestras personas
You that never done nothin'	Vos, qui nihil umquam fecistis
But build to destroy	nisi construere ad destruendum,
You play with my world	vos orbe meo terrarum luditis
Like it's your little toy	tamquam si esset crepundia vestra
You put a gun in my hand	atque mihi in manus balistam
And you hide from my eyes	ponitis latentes igniferam
And you turn and run farther	et fugam versis tergis capitis
When the fast bullets fly	rapidis pyrobolis pervolantibus
Like Judas of old	Ut Iudas tempore antiquo
You lie and deceive	mendacia capitis fraudesque,
A world war can be won	mihi persuadere totius orbis
You want me to believe	bellum vinci posse vultis
But I see through your eyes	sed per oculos vestros video
And I see through your brain	atque per cerebrum vestrum
Like I see through the water	sicut in aquam defluentem
That runs down my drain	video ad cloacam
You fasten the triggers	Tela ignivoma quibus aliis
For the others to fire	pugnandum erit aptatis,
Then you set back and watch	postea mortuorum augescentem
When the death count gets higher	rationem in otio percensetis
You hide in your mansion	bene obtecti in castris vestris
As young people's blood	dum puerorum cruor effluit
Flows out of their bodies	e corporum vulneribus
And is buried in the mud	lutoque admiscitur in humum
You've thrown the worst fear	Nequissimus terror
That can ever be hurled	effecistis ut diffunderetur,
Fear to bring children	terror humanam
Into the world	progeniem pariendi.
For threatening my baby	Meo puero cum minemini
Unborn and unnamed	sine nomine et non nato,
You ain't worth the blood	ut fluat sanguis in venis
That runs in your veins	vestris digni non estis.
How much do I know	Quis ego sum, ut loquar
To talk out of turn	sine facultate ac licentia?
You might say that I'm young	Me esse puerum vitae
You might say I'm unlearned	valde inexpertum dicetis.
But there's one thing I know	Sed hoc tantum bene scio
Though I'm younger than you	etiamsi minor sim natu:
Even Jesus would never	hoc scio, scelera vestra
Forgive what you do	Iuppiter adeo non condonaturum.
Let me ask you one question	Ex vobis hoc tantum requiram:
Is your money that good	pretiosissima censetisne vestra
Will it buy you forgiveness	pecunia ad emercandam
Do you think that it could	caelestium misericordiam uti?
I think you will find	Sed invenietis cum portorium
When your death takes its toll	ad Tartarum vobis sit dandum
All the money you made	omnes divitias a vobis coactas
Will never buy back your soul	ad animam redimendam non iuvaturas.
And I hope that you die	Et spes me tenet vos morituros,
And your death'll come soon	de morte vestra spero quam primum.
I will follow your casket	Vobis in funus prodibo
In the pale afternoon	in vespertina maligna luce,
And I'll watch while you're lowered	aspiciens corpora vestra
Down to your deathbed	spoliata contegi sepulchro,
And I'll stand o'er your grave	sedens in tumulo donec certus
'Til I'm sure that you're dead	sim de morte vestra.