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 aboutEverybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't walk so proud
Now you don't talk so loud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
How does it feel?
How does it feel
To be on your own
without direction home
A complete unknown
Just 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 know you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to make a deal?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
A complete unknown
Just Like a rolling stone ?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
To be on your own
With no direction home
A complete unknown
Just Like a rolling stone ?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But you'd better take 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
A complete unknown
JUST LIKE A ROLLING STONE...
Rituales del fin
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Los atardeceres son la prueba de que existen los finales felices.
Lo que tenía que suceder, pasó
Estar consciente que solo somos una vez en la vida.
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Hace 4 días.
2 comentarios:
Oooooye! esa canción me gustó mucho... se me hace que me la voy a robar!!!
Un abrazo!
P.S. A ver cuándo te atraviesas por mi rumbo...
Para mi es como la piedra angular del Rock con Trasfondo Inteligente... Bob Dylan es un Maestro.
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