It's all over now, Baby Blue
But whatever you wish to keep,
you better grab it fast.
Me gustaría ser lo que precises,
sencillamente y nada más; mas ¿sabe
acaso nadie bien lo que cabe
pedir o recibir? Hay zonas
grises,
difíciles de ver, y a veces bises
mejores que el programa. Sol
sin clave,
el mundo viene y va como la
nave
de algún desmemoriado nuevo
Ulises.
Si afina la sirena, si te duele
nocturna mi palabra o si te
huele
a sitios que conoces y
olvidaste,
sería muy feliz. No aspiro a
tanto
-pero lo espero igual. Con eso
baste.
La oscuridad persiste. Yo me
planto.
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will
last
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue
But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun
Crying like a fire in the sun
Look out the saints are comin’ through
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue
The highway is for gamblers, better
use your sense
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue
Take what you have gathered from coincidence
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue
All your seasick sailors, they are
rowing home
All your reindeer armies, are all going home
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue
All your reindeer armies, are all going home
The lover who just walked out your door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue
Leave your stepping stones behind,
something calls for you
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who’s rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start anew
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.
Forget the dead you’ve left, they will not follow you
The vagabond who’s rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore
Strike another match, go start anew
And it’s all over now, Baby Blue.
Bob Dylan
