Ballad Of Hollis Brown
Bob DylanOriginale | Versione francese di Hugues Aufray sull'album Chante Dylan (1965)... |
BALLAD OF HOLLIS BROWN Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town Hollis Brown He lived on the outside of town With his wife and five children And his cabin fallin' down You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile You looked for work and money And you walked a rugged mile Your children are so hungry That they don't know how to smile Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve Your baby's eyes look crazy They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve You walk the floor and wonder why With every breath you breathe The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare The rats have got your flour Bad blood it got your mare If there's anyone that knows Is there anyone that cares? You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend You prayed to the Lord above Oh please send you a friend Your empty pockets tell yuh That you ain't a-got no friend Your babies are crying louder It's pounding on your brain Your babies are crying louder It's pounding on your brain Your wife's screams are stabbin' you Like the dirty drivin' rain Your grass it is turning black There's no water in your well Your grass is turning black There's no water in your well You spent your last lone dollar On seven shotgun shells Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Way out in the wilderness A cold coyote calls Your eyes fix on the shotgun That's hangin' on the wall Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your brain is a-bleedin' And your legs can't seem to stand Your eyes fix on the shotgun That you're holdin' in your hand There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door There's seven breezes a-blowin' All around the cabin door Seven shots ring out Like the ocean's pounding roar There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm There's seven people dead On a South Dakota farm Somewhere in the distance There's seven new people born. | LA BALLADE DE HOLLIS BROWN Hollis Brown habitait un coin perdu loin de la ville (x2) Avec sa femme et ses six gosses, dans un bidonville Pour trouver du travail il chercha longtemps sans rien dire (x2) Tes enfants ont si faim qu'ils en ont perdu le sourire Ils se pendent après toi, leurs yeux ont des lueurs de folie (x2) Et toi tu tournes en rond te demandant pourquoi tu vis Les rats mangent ton pain et l'angoisse mange ton cœur (x2) Y a-t-il seulement quelqu'un qui ait pitié de ton malheur Il priait le seigneur de lui envoyer un ami (x2) Si tu n'as pas d'argent tu ne peux pas avoir d'amis Ton herbe devient noire, il n'y a plus d'eau dans ton puits (x2) Prends ton dernier dollar, achètes huit balles pour ton fusil Autour de la baraque on entendit huit coups de vent (x2) Et puis huit coups de feu comme des claques d'ouragan Huit personnes sont mortes dans un taudis au Dakota (x2) Et au même moment huit enfants sont nés loin de là |