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Bob Dylan - Like A Rolling Stone - Como un vagabundo

Bob Dylan - Like a rolling stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine 
You threw the bums a dime in your prime,
didn't you? 
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" 
You thought they were all kiddin' you 
You used to laugh about 
Everybody that was hangin' out 
Now you don't talk so loud 
Now you don't seem so proud 
About having to be scrounging for your next meal. 

How does it feel 
How does it feel 
To be without a home 
Like a complete unknown 
Like a rolling stone? 

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely 
But you know you only used to get juiced in it 
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street 
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it 
You said you'd never compromise 
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize 
He's not selling any alibis 
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes 
And ask him do you want to make a deal? 

How does it feel 
How does it feel 
To be on your own 
With no direction home 
Like a complete unknown 
Like a rolling stone? 

You never turned around
to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns 
When they all come down and did tricks for you 
You never understood that it ain't no good 
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you 
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat 
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat 
Ain't it hard when you discover that 
He really wasn't where it's at 
After he took from you everything he could steal. 

How does it feel 
How does it feel 
To be on your own 
With no direction home 
Like a complete unknown 
Like a rolling stone? 

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people 
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made 
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things 
But you'd better lift your diamond ring,
you'd better pawn it babe 
You used to be so amused 
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used 
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse 
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose 
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal. 

How does it feel 
How does it feel 
To be on your own 
With no direction home 
Like a complete unknown 
Like a rolling stone?

Bob Dylan - Como un vagabundo

Hubo un tiempo en que vestías tan bien.
Lanzabas centavos a los mendigos en su mejor momento
¿no es así?
La gente te avisaba: "Cuidado, niña, vas a acabar mal".
Tú pensabas que bromeaban.
Y te reías de
todo el mundo que pasaba.
Ahora no hablas tan alto.
No pareces tan orgullosa
de tener que andar rebuscando tu próxima comida.

¿Qué se siente?
¿Qué se siente 
Estar sin hogar,
por todos ignorada,
como un vagabundo? ('trotamundos')

Fuiste a la mejor escuela. Señorita Soledad.
Pero tu sabes, que sólo te aprovechabas de ella.
Y nadie te enseñó a vivir en la calle.
Y ahora te das cuenta que tienes que acostumbrarte a eso
Dijiste que jamás transigirías
con los vagabundos misteriosos. Pero ahora entiendes
que él no vende ninguna coartada.
Mientras contemplas el vacío de sus ojos,
y le preguntas ¿quieres hacer un trato?.

¿Qué se siente?
¿Qué se siente,
Estar por tu cuenta,
sin dirección a casa,
como una completa desconocida,
como un vagabundo?

Nunca miraste atrás,
para ver el ceño fruncido de esos malabaristas y payasos.
Cuando descendían a hacer trucos para ti.
Jamás comprendiste que no es bueno
No debiste dejar que otros reciban patadas por ti.
Solías Montar el caballo cromado, con tu diplomático
que llebaba un gato siamés al hombro.
No fue duro descubrir que
en realidad no estaba donde es,
después de tomar de ti todo lo que pudo robar.

¿Qué se siente?
¿Qué se siente,
Estar por tu cuenta,
sin dirección a casa,
como una completa desconocida,
como un vagabundo?

Princesa en el campanario, y toda esa gente guapa,
bebiendo, pensando que han triunfado.
Intercambiando todo tipo de preciosos obsequios y cosas.
Pero será mejor que te quites ese anillo de diamantes.
Mejor deberías empeñarlo, bebe
Solías divertirte tanto
aquél Napoleón andrajoso, y el lenguaje que usaba.
Ve ahora con él, te llama. No puedes negarte.
Cuando no tienes nada, nada tienes que perder.
Eres invisible ahora. No tienes secretos que ocultar.

¿Qué se siente?
¿Qué se siente,
Estar por tu cuenta,
sin dirección a casa,
como una completa desconocida,
como un vagabundo?

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