باب دیلن
زنگ آزادی
زنگ آزادی | باب دیلن
«Chimes of Freedom»
Bob Dylan
Far between my finished sundown and midnight’s broken tollWe ducked inside the doorways, thunder went crashingAs majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the soundsSeeming to be the chimes of freedom flashin’
Bob Dylan
Far between my finished sundown and midnight’s broken tollWe ducked inside the doorways, thunder went crashingAs majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the soundsSeeming to be the chimes of freedom flashin’
Flashin’ for the warriors whose strength is not to fightFlashin’ for the refugees on the unarmed road of flightAnd for each an’ every underdog soldier in the nightAnd we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin’
Through the city’s melting furnace, unexpectedly we watchedWith faces hidden as the walls were tighteningAs the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin’ rainDissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rakeTolling for the luckless, the abandoned and forsakedTolling for the outcast, burnin’ constantly at stakeAnd we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin’
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hailThe sky cracked its poems in naked wonderThat the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breezeLeaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kindStriking for the guardians and protectors of the mindAnd the poet and the painter pull out of his rightful timeAnd we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin’
Through the wild cathedral evening, the rain unraveled talesFor the disrobed faceless forms of no positionTolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughtsAll down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf and blind, tolling for the muteFor the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostituteFor the misdemeanor outlaw, chased and cheated by pursuitAnd we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin’
Even though a cloud’s white curtain in a far-off corner flaredAnd the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly liftin’Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the onesCondemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching on their speechless, seeking trailFor the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a taleAnd for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jailAnd we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin’
Starry-eyed and laughing as I recall when we were caughtTrapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspendedAs we listened one last time an’ we watched with one last lookSpellbound an’ swallowed ’til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursedFor the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones and worseAnd for every hung-up person in the whole wide universeAnd we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashin’