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A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall - Bob Dylan

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

Bob Dylan



Lyrics:
Oh, where have you been, my blue-eyed son?
And where have you been my darling young one?
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see, my blue eyed son?
And what did you see, my darling young one?
I saw a newborn baby with wild wolves all around it
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I saw a black branch with blood that kept drippin'
I saw a room full of men with their hammers a-bleedin'
I saw a white ladder all covered with water
I saw ten thousand talkers whose tongues were all broken
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear, my blue-eyed son?
And what did you hear, my darling young one?
I heard the sound of a thunder that roared out a warnin'
I heard the roar of a wave that could drown the whole world
I heard one hundred drummers whose hands were a-blazin'
I heard ten thousand whisperin' and nobody listenin'
I heard one person starve, I heard many people laughin'
Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you meet my blue-eyed son ?
Who did you meet, my darling young one?
I met a young child beside a dead pony
I met a white man who walked a black dog
I met a young woman whose body was burning
I met a young girl, she gave me a rainbow
I met one man who was wounded in love
I met another man who was wounded in hatred
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard
And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what'll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
And what'll you do now my darling young one?
I'm a-goin' back out 'fore the rain starts a-fallin'
I'll walk to the depths of the deepest black forest
Where the people are a many and their hands are all empty
Where the pellets of poison are flooding their waters
Where the home in the valley meets the damp dirty prison
And the executioner's face is always well hidden
Where hunger is ugly, where souls are forgotten
Where black is the color, where none is the number
And I'll tell and speak it and think it and breathe it
And reflect from the mountain so all souls can see it
And I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin'
But I'll know my song well before I start singing
And it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, and it's a hard
It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.
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Letra:
Oh, ¿dónde has estado, mi querido hijo de ojos azules?
¿dónde has estado, mi joven querido?
He tropezado con la ladera de doce brumosas montañas,
he andado y me he arrastrado en seis autopistas curvadas,
he andado en medio de siete bosques sombríos,
he estado delante de una docena de océanos muertos,
me he adentrado diez mil millas en la boca de un cementerio,
y es dura, es dura, es dura, es muy dura,
es muy dura la lluvia que va a caer.

Oh, ¿y qué viste, mi hijo de ojos azules?
Oh, ¿qué viste, mi joven querido?
Vi lobos salvajes alrededor de un recién nacido,
vi una autopista de diamantes que nadie usaba,
vi una rama negra goteando sangre todavía fresca,
vi una habitación llena de hombres cuyos martillos sangraban,
vi una blanca escalera cubierta de agua,
vi diez mil oradores de lenguas estaban rotas,
vi pistolas y espadas en manos de niños,
y es dura, es dura, es dura, y es muy dura,
es muy dura la lluvia que va a caer.

¿Y qué oíste, mi hijo de ojos azules?
¿Y qué oíste, mi joven querido?
Oí el sonido de un trueno, que rugió sin aviso,
oí el bramar de una ola que pudiera anegar el mundo entero,
oí cien tamborileros cuyas manos ardían,
oí diez mil susurros y nadie escuchando,
oí a una persona morir de hambre, oí a mucha gente reír,
oí la canción de un poeta que moría en la cuneta,
oí el sonido de un payaso que lloraba en el callejón,
y es dura, es dura, es dura, es muy dura,
es dura la lluvia que va a caer.

Oh, ¿a quién encontraste, mi hijo de ojos azules?
¿Y a quién encontraste, mi joven querido?
Encontré un niño pequeño junto a un poni muerto,
encontré un hombre blanco que paseaba un perro negro,
encontré una mujer joven cuyo cuerpo estaba ardiendo,
encontré a una chica que me dio un arco iris,
encontré a un hombre que estaba herido de amor,
encontré a otro, que estaba herido de odio;
y es dura, es dura, es dura, es muy dura,
es muy dura la lluvia que va a caer.

¿Y ahora qué harás, mi hijo preferido?
¿Y ahora qué harás, mi joven querido?

Voy a regresar afuera antes que la lluvia comience a caer,
caminaré hacia el abismo del más profundo bosque negro,
donde la gente es mucha y sus manos están vacías,
donde el veneno contamina sus aguas,
donde el hogar en el valle encuentra el desaliento de la sucia prisión,
y la cara del verdugo está siempre bien escondida,
donde el hambre amenaza, donde las almas están olvidadas,
donde el negro es el color, y ninguno el número,
y lo contaré, lo diré, lo pensaré y lo respiraré,
y lo reflejaré desde la montaña para  que todas las almas puedan verlo,
luego me mantendré sobre el océano hasta que comience a hundirme,
pero sabré bien mi canción antes de empezar a cantarla,
y es dura, es dura, es dura, es muy dura,
es muy dura la lluvia que va a caer.


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