Excerpts from Bob Dylan’s Works
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“The Answers Drift in the Wind” (translated by Zhang Qi) How far must a person walk before others will call him a human? How many seas must a white pigeon fly across to sleep on the beach? How many times must a shell be fired before it is permanently scrapped? My friend, the answer is floating in the wind, the answer is floating in the wind. How many years does it take for a mountain to exist before it is submerged by the sea? How many years do some people have to live in order to achieve freedom? How many times does a person have to turn their head while pretending not to see anything? My friend, the answer is floating in the wind, the answer is floating in the wind. How many times must one look up to see the sky? How many ears does a person need to hear people’s cries? How many deaths occurred before those who knew too much died? My friend, the answer is floating in the wind, the answer is floating in the wind.
\"Time Passes Slowly\" (translated by Zhou Gongdu) Time in the mountains is quiet and slow; we sit by the bridge, walk by the spring water, chasing the wild fish that float on the stream. When you are away from the hustle and bustle of the world, time passes quietly. I once had a sweetheart; she was petite and beautiful. We sat in her kitchen, where her mother was baking pastries. The stars shone brightly outside the window, and time passed quietly, as when you find the one you love. There is a reason for taking a truck to the town, and there is also a reason for going to that market. There is a reason for going back and forth, there is a reason for visiting every place. The days pass in silence and slowly; we look ahead, striving not to let them drift away. Just as the red roses in summer bloom day by day, time slips away in silence, never to return.
“The Gypsy” (translated by Zhou Gongdu): Go and see that Gypsy; he is staying at a large hotel. When he saw me, he smiled and said, Oh, good, good. His room was dark and crowded, with the light bulb hanging low, casting a dim glow. Hello? He told me, and I asked him the same thing. I went to the hotel lobby and made a short phone call. There was a beautiful dancing girl there, who spoke loudly, “Go and see the Gypsies.” He can disappear behind you, drive away your fears, and lead you through the mirror. He performed in Las Vegas, and now he will perform here. ” Lights flickered outside the hotel; the river resembled thin streams of tears. I watched them from afar, with music playing in my ears. I went back to see those Jeepers; the show was about to start. The Gypsy’s door was wide open, but the Gypsy had already left; as for that beautiful dancing girl, her trace could never be found again. I saw the sun rise over the small town in Minnesota.
“The Wanderer” (translated by Zhou Gongdu): I came to the tomb of the wanderer, stood there for a long time, and heard a faint voice say: How pleasant it is to sleep here alone. The wind and rain continue without cease, with thunder sounds that are as loud as if there were a gathering of people; yet my emotions remain calm, my soul at peace, as I wipe away all the tears from my eyes. The master’s call forced me to leave home; from then on I had no worries. Later, I fell ill and descended into the grave, while my soul flew above the houses. Please tell my friend and my beloved child not to cry over my departure. The same hand led me through the deepest oceans, kindly helping me return home.
Amazing, Word bro! Sorry for the village chief, shiitake mushrooms.