Long Ago, Far Away

To preach of peace and brotherhood
Oh, what might be the cost
A man, he did it long ago
And they hung him on a cross

Long ago, far away
Those things don't happen nowadays

The chains of slaves
They dragged the ground
With heads and hearts hung low
But it was during Lincoln's time
And it was long ago

Long ago, far away
Those things like that don't happen
No more, nowadays, do they?

The war guns they bombed and blazed
The whole world bled its blood
Men's bodies rotted on the ground
As their graves were made in mud

Long ago, far away
Those kind of things don't happen
No more, nowadays

One man had much money
One man had not enough to eat
One man, he lived just like a king
The other man begged on the street

Long ago, far away
Things like that don't happen
No more, nowadays

One man died of a knife so sharp
One man died from the bullet of a gun
One man died of a broken heart
To see the lynchin' of his son

Long ago, far away
Things like that don't happen
No more, nowadays

Gladiators killed themselves
It was during the roman times
People cheered with bloodshot grins
As eye and minds went blind

Long ago, far away
Things like that don't happen
No more, nowadays

And to talk of peace and brotherhood
Oh, what might be the cost
A man he did it long ago,

and they hung him on a cross

Long ago, far away
Things like that don't happen
No more, nowadays, do they?

Bob Dylan

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Hace mucho tiempo, muy lejos...

Predicar sobre la paz y la hermandad
¡Oh!, ¡cuál puede llegar a ser el precio!
Un hombre lo hizo hace ya mucho tiempo
y le colgaron de una cruz.


Hace mucho tiempo, muy lejos,
Estas cosas ya no pasan hoy en día.


Las cadenas de esclavos
Se arrastraban por el suelo
Con las cabezas y los corazones agachados
Pero esto fue en tiempos de Lincoln
Y eso fue hace mucho tiempo.


Hace mucho tiempo, muy lejos
Cosas como ésta ya no pasan hoy en día.


Las armas de guerra se dispararon salvajemente
El mundo entero sangró
Los cuerpos de los hombres flotaron en las orillas
De océanos de barro.


Hace mucho tiempo, muy lejos,
Cosas como ésta ya no pasan hoy en día.


Un hombre tenía mucho dinero
Otro no tenía ni para comer
Un hombre vivía como un rey
El otro mendigaba en la calle


Hace mucho tiempo, muy lejos
Estas cosas ya no pasan hoy en día.


Un hombre murió por un cuchillo muy afilado
Un hombre murió por la bala de un rifle
Un hombre murió de tristeza
Al ver el linchamiento de su hijo


Hace mucho tiempo, muy lejos
Cosas como ésta ya no pasan hoy en día.


Los gladiadores se mataban los unos a los otros
Esto fue en tiempos de los romanos
La gente les vitoreaba con los ojos inyectados en sangre
Mientras los ojos y la mente se cegaban


Hace mucho tiempo, muy lejos
Cosas como ésta ya no pasan hoy en día.


Y hablar de paz y hermandad
¡Cuál puede llegar a ser el precio!
Un hombre lo hizo hace mucho tiempo
y le colgaron de una cruz.


Hace mucho tiempo, muy lejos
Cosas como ésta ya no pasan hoy en día. ¿No?

Bob Dylan

Versión de Antonio Rasines

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Hace mucho tiempo, muy lejos...

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

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Flotando En El Viento

¿Cuántos caminos debe recorrer un hombre
Antes de que le llaméis hombre?
¿Cuántos mares debe surcar la blanca paloma
Antes de dormir sobre la arena?
¿Cuántas veces deben volar las balas de cañón
Antes de ser prohibidas para siempre?
La respuesta, amigo mío, está flotando en el viento,
La respuesta está flotando en el viento,


¿Cuántos años puede permanecer una montaña
Antes de ser arrastrada al mar?
¿Cuántos años pueden algunas gentes vivir
Antes de conocer la libertad?
¿Cuántas veces puede un hombre volver la cabeza
fingiendo no ver nada?
La respuesta, amigo mío, está flotando en el viento,
La respuesta está flotando en el viento.

¿Cuántas veces debe un hombre mirar hacia arriba
Para poder ver el cielo?
¿Cuántos oídos debe tener un hombre
Para poder oír a la gente llorar?
¿Cuántas muertes serán necesarias para que comprenda
Que ya ha habido demasiados muertos?
La respuesta, amigo mío, está flotando en el viento,
La respuesta está flotando en el viento.

Bob Dylan

Versión de Marcelo Covian

With God On Our Side

Oh my name it ain't nothin'
My age it means less
The country I come from
Is called the Midwest
I’s taught and brought up there
The laws to abide
And that the land that I live in
Has God on its side

Oh the history books tell it
They tell it so well
The cavalries charged
The Indians fell
The cavalries charged
The Indians died
Ah the country was young
With God on its side

The Spanish-American
War had its day
And the Civil War too
Was soon laid away
And the names of the heroes
I’s made to memorize
With guns in their hands
And God on their side


The First World War boys
It came and it went
The reason for fightin'
I never did get
But I learned to accept it
Accept it with pride
For you don’t count the dead
When God’s on your side

The Second World War
Came to an end
We forgave the Germans
And then we were friends
Though they murdered six million
In the ovens they fried
The Germans now too
Have God on their side

I’ve learned to hate the Russians
All through my whole life
If another war comes
It’s them we must fight
To hate them and fear them
To run and to hide
And accept it all bravely
With God on my side

But now we got weapons
Of chemical dust
If fire them we’re forced to
Then fire them we must
One push of the button
And a shot the world wide
And ya' never ask questions
When God’s on your side

Through many dark hour
I been thinking about this
That Jesus Christ
Was betrayed by a kiss
But I can’t think for ya'
You’ll have to decide
Whether Judas Iscariot
Had God on his side

So now as I’m leavin'
I’m weary as Hell
The confusion I’m feelin'
Ain't no tongue can tell
The words fill my head
And they fall to the floor
If God’s on our side
He’ll stop the next war

Bob Dylan

Masters Of War

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion'
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

Bob Dylan

Blowin' In The Wind

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you can call him a man?
How many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand?
Yes, how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, how many years can a mountain exist
Before it's washed to the sea?
Yes, how many years can some people exist
Before they're allowed to be free?
Yes, how many times can a man turn his head
Pretending he just doesn't see?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Yes, how many times must a man look up
Before he can really see the sky?
Yes, how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer my friend is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind.

Bob Dylan