Changing of The Guards — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

Sixteen years,

Sixteen banners united over the field

Where the good shepherd grieves.

Desperate men, desperate women divided,

Spreading their wings neath the falling leaves.



Fortune calls.

I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,

Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.

Shes smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,

On midsummers eve, near the tower.



The cold-blooded moon.

The captain waits above the celebration

Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid

Whose ebony face is beyond communication.

The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.



They shaved her head.

She was torn between jupiter and apollo.

A messenger arrived with a black nightingale.

I seen her on the stairs and I couldnt help but follow,

Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.



I stumbled to my feet.

I rode past destruction in the ditches

With the stitches still mending neath a heart-shaped tattoo.

Renegade priests and treacherous young witches

Were handing out the flowers that Id given to you.



The palace of mirrors

Where dog soldiers are reflected,

The endless road and the wailing of chimes,

The empty rooms where her memory is protected,

Where the angels voices whisper to the souls of previous times.



She wakes him up

Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking

Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.

Shes begging to know what measures he now will be taking.

Hes pulling her down and shes clutching on to his long golden locks.



Gentlemen, he said,

I dont need your organization, Ive shined your shoes,

Ive moved your mountains and marked your cards

But eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination

Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.



Peace will come

With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire

But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall

And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating

Between the king and the queen of swords.