今天和明天,还有昨天的时光
那些花朵濒死,就象万物一样
请紧跟我,我正要去巴利纳利
若你不随我去,我就昏头转向
我纠结我头发,还为族仇打仗
我包容多种多样

得叙事之心,就象坡先生那样
得些骷髅,出自你认识者之墙
我将为真理和我们所说干杯
我将干杯为那男人与你同床
我涂绘风景画也涂绘裸体像
我包容多种多样

红色的凯迪拉克车和黑胡子
我手指上那些戒指闪烁发光
告诉我,还有什么?我们该怎样?
宝贝儿,我一半灵魂都属于你
我欢乐,并与所有年轻人浪荡
我包容多种多样

我正象安妮·弗兰克,也象印第安纳·琼斯那样
和他们英国坏男孩,滚石乐队
我正走到边缘,我正走到终场
我唱经验之歌,就象威廉·布莱克那样、
我并没有那些歉意要道
每个事物都在同一时间流淌
我生活在犯罪的林荫大道上
我既开快车,而且也吃快餐
我包容多种多样

粉色半长女裤,红蓝紧士工装
全部漂亮女仆,全部年老女王
来自全部我前世所有老女王
我携带两把大刀和四把手枪
我是个矛盾汉,又是个多情郎
我包容多种多样

我向你显我心,你这贪婪老狼
但非它的整体,只是遭恨部分
我将卖你下河,标价在你头上
我还能告你啥?我与生死同床
迷失了,女士,请离我腿膝旁
请将你的嘴巴偏开我吧
我将保持通路一一我的心路开放
我将注意没有爱情留下
我将放贝多芬奏鸣曲和肖邦前奏曲
我包容多种多样

(张裕译于2020年4月24日)

I Contain Multitudes

By Bob Dylan

Today, and tomorrow, and yesterday, too
The flowers are dyin’ like all things do
Follow me close, I’m going to Bally-na-Lee
I’ll lose my mind if you don’t come with me
I fuss with my hair, and I fight blood feuds
I contain multitudes

Got a tell-tale heart like Mr. Poe
Got skeletons in the walls of people you know
I’ll drink to the truth and the things we said
I’ll drink to the man that shares your bed
I paint landscapes, and I paint nudes
I contain multitudes

A red Cadillac and a black moustache
Rings on my fingers that sparkle and flash
Tell me, what’s next? What shall we do?
Half my soul, baby, belongs to you
I rollick and I frolic with all the young dudes
I contain multitudes

I’m just like Anne Frank, like Indiana Jones
And them British bad boys, The Rolling Stones
I go right to the edge, I go right to the end
I go right where all things lost are made good again
I sing the songs of experience like William Blake
I have no apologies to make
Everything’s flowing all at the same time
I live on a boulevard of crime
I drive fast cars, and I eat fast foods
I contain multitudes

Pink pedal-pushers, red blue jeans
All the pretty maids, and all the old queens
All the old queens from all my past lives
I carry four pistols and two large knives
I’m a man of contradictions, I’m a man of many moods
I contain multitudes

You greedy old wolf, I’ll show you my heart
But not all of it, only the hateful part
I’ll sell you down the river, I’ll put a price on your head
What more can I tell you? I sleep with life and death in the same bed
Get lost, madame, get up off my knee
Keep your mouth away from me
I’ll keep the path open, the path in my mind
I’ll see to it that there’s no love left behind
I’ll play Beethoven’s sonatas, and Chopin’s preludes
I contain multitudes

来源:https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/1781757/Bob+Dylan/I+Contain+Multitudes

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