试译 | Bob Dylan（一）

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Aug 12, 2021

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bob-dylan-1

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Published

Song to Woody 写给伍迪的歌

I'm out here a thousand miles from my home Walkin' a road other men have gone down I'm seein' your world of people and things Your paupers and peasants and princes and kings 我远行至此已离家千里走在这条前人走过的路上我见识着你世界里的人与事你的贫民、农民、王子与国王

Hey, hey, Woody Guthrie, I wrote you a song 'Bout a funny ol' world that's a-comin' along Seems sick an' it's hungry, it's tired an' it's torn It looks like it's a-dyin' an' it's hardly been born 嘿，嘿，伍迪·格斯里，我为你写了首歌唱的是一个滑稽的老旧世界就要来临了它病着、饿着、疲惫又碎裂着它看似垂死却几乎还没出生呢

Hey, Woody Guthrie, but I know that you know All the things that I'm a-sayin' an' a-many times more I'm a-singin' you the song, but I can't sing enough 'Cause there's not many men that done the things that you've done 嘿，伍迪·格斯里，可我知道你也懂得我诉说着的所有事，还有好几倍多我正为你唱着歌，可我怎么也唱不够因为你做过的事情没有多少人做过

Here's to Cisco an' Sonny an' Leadbelly too An' to all the good people that traveled with you Here's to the hearts and the hands of the men That come with the dust and are gone with the wind 这首歌也写给西斯科、桑尼和铅肚皮写给所有曾与你同行的好人们写给人们的心灵与双手他们伴尘土而来又随清风而去

I'm a-leavin' tomorrow, but I could leave today Somewhere down the road someday The very last thing that I'd want to do Is to say I've been hittin' some hard travelin' too 明天我就要远走，可今天我也能动身此后某日前往路上某处我还想做的最后一件事就是说我也曾历经旅途艰苦

Talkin' New York 说说纽约

Ramblin' outa the wild West Leavin' the towns I love the best Thought I'd seen some ups and downs 'Til I come into New York town People goin' down to the ground Buildings goin' up to the sky 自西部荒野中漫步而出离开我最爱的城镇自以为见识过起起伏伏直到我踏进纽约城人们走下地表楼宇耸上云霄

Wintertime in New York town The wind blowin' snow around Walk around with nowhere to go Somebody could freeze right to the bone I froze right to the bone New York Times said it was the coldest winter in seventeen years I didn't feel so cold then 冬日时光的纽约城风吹得雪花四处飞四处游荡却无处可去有人能挨冻进骨子里我就挨冻进了骨子里《纽约时报》说这是十七年来最冷的冬天我倒觉得没有那么冷

I swung onto my old guitar Grabbed hold of a subway car And after a rocking, reeling, rolling ride I landed up on the downtown side Greenwich Village 我背起自己的旧吉他搭上一节地铁车厢一路颠簸踉跄摇晃后我抵达了下城区格林威治村

I walked down there and ended up In one of them coffee-houses on the block Got on the stage to sing and play Man there said, "Come back some other day You sound like a hillbilly We want folk singers here" 我沿街走着那里的路落脚在其中一间咖啡屋我上了台唱歌弹琴那儿的男人说：「改天再回来吧你听起来像个乡下佬我们这儿要的是民歌手」

Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day I blowed inside out and upside down The man there said he loved m' sound He was ravin' about how he loved m' sound Dollar a day's worth 好吧，我得到了一份吹口琴的工作，开始演出我掏心掏肺地吹，只为一天挣一美元我里吹外吹上吹下吹那儿的男人说他喜欢我的琴声他对我的琴声赞不绝口一天挣一美元也值了

And after weeks and weeks of hangin' around I finally got a job in New York town In a bigger place, bigger money too Even joined the union and paid m' dues 一周又一周我四处闲逛我终于在纽约镇找到了一份工作更大的场子还有更多的钱甚至还加入了工会交起了会费

Now, a very great man once said That some people rob you with a fountain pen It didn't take too long to find out Just what he was talkin' about A lot of people don't have much food on their table But they got a lot of forks 'n' knives And they gotta cut somethin' 听着，一位伟人曾说过有些人仅靠一支钢笔就能抢劫你要不了多久就能明白他说的话是什么意思许多人餐桌上没多少食物但刀和叉他们却有许多副他们总得砍些什么

So one mornin' when the sun was warm I rambled out of New York town Pulled my cap down over my eyes And headed out for the western skies So long, New York Howdy, East Orange 于是在某个阳光温暖的清晨我又漫步离开了纽约镇拉下帽檐盖住我的眼睛朝着西面的天空前行再见了，纽约你好啊，东奥兰治