Three Angels
Three angels up above the street
Each one playing a horn
Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out
They’ve been there since Christmas morn
The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash
Then a lady in a bright orange dress
One U-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels
The Tenth Avenue bus going west
The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around
A man with a badge skips by
Three fellas crawlin’ on their way back to work
Nobody stops to ask why
The bakery truck stops outside of that fence
Where the angels stand high on their poles
The driver peeks out, trying to find one face
In this concrete world full of souls
The angels play on their horns all day
The whole earth in progression seems to pass by
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
三个天使
[美]鲍勃·迪伦
李皖 译
三个天使在街道的上空
每个都吹着号角
每个都穿着绿袍,张开了翅膀
从圣诞节的早晨,他们就在那里
蒙大拿来的最野的猫一闪而过
接着是穿亮橘黄裙的女士
一辆“优豪”拖车,一台没有轮子的卡车
第十大道的巴士,西行而去
狗和鸽子飞起,到处扑腾
戴徽章的男子悄悄溜过
三个小伙迟缓地走回去上工
谁都不停下问为什么
面包店的卡车停在栅栏外
天使们就站在栅栏的尖顶上
司机向外窥探,想找到一张脸
在这遍布着灵魂的具体世界
天使整日吹着号角
运行中的地球似乎正整个经过
但是有谁听见天使吹奏的音乐
有谁,真的试着听过?
出自专辑《崭新的清晨》
发行于1970年
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