Who made the Youth House fall,
Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not I," says the city mayo'Ritt,
"Don't point your finger it won't fit.
I could've stopped it in the fall
An' saved the Youth House and us all,
But the voters would've booed, I'm sure,
At not gettin' their money's worth.
It's too bad it had to go,
But there was a pressure on me too, you know.
It wasn't me that made it fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."
Who made the Youth House fall,
Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not us," says the angry crowd,
Whose screams filled the courthouse loud.
"It's too bad it died that night
But we just like the laws put right.
We didn't mean it to be so bad,
the kids were hurt and that is sad ,
They foolishly didn't want to go,
we didn't know it would happen so.
It wasn't us that made it fall.
No, you can't blame us at all."
Who made the Youth House fall,
Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not us," says the Father House,
Puffing on God's big cigar.
"It's hard to say, it's hard to tell,
We always follow God's own bell.
It's too bad for the stupid kids it's dead,
But the House was sick, we allways said.
It had to come down, t'was not evil,
that we made the deal, it was God's own will
That was what made it fall.
No, you can't blame us at all."
Who made the Youth House fall,
Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not me," says the kicking man,
With his police club still in hand.
"It wasn't me that knocked it down,
My hands never touched it none.
I didn't commit no ugly sin,
Anyway, I just took them kids for a spin.
It wasn't me that made it fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."
Who made the Youth House fall,
Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not me," says the paper writer,
Pounding print on his old typewriter,
Sayin', "typing ain't to blame,
we just want to write for fame."
Sayin', "Them kids and police got killed,
When the air with bricks were filled.
It wasn't me that made them fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."
Who made the Youth House fall,
Why an' what's the reason for?
"Not me," says the man on the street
t'was the hardest fate for them to meet,
I think those kids deserved a home
with their own music they could rome
But noone listened to me none
And I knew they never could have won
Don't tell me I could have done more.'
I have no power against the law!
It wasn't me that made them fall.
No, you can't blame me at all."
Who made the Youth House fall,
Why an' what's the reason for?
BD
3 kommentarer:
Thanks, who ever you are, you said it all. It went right into my heart.
"mother"
Hej, det er faktisk Dylans sang om Davey Moore, der var inspiration, fordi den også handler om at alle 'vasker deres hænder' efter et tragisk dødsfald, men den er måske alligevel så langt fra oplægget, at det er OK. Skriv videre på den, oversæt den til dansk, gør den sangbar, syng den!
Jeg tar den cigar, Martin!
Ole
Stærk oversættelse, sådan!
Nu mangler vi bare en sanger - med den originale melodi måske....
Ole
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