I Want You — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

The guilty undertaker sighs,

The lonesome organ grinder cries,

The silver saxophones say I should refuse you.

The cracked bells and washed-out horns

Blow into my face with scorn,

But it`s not that way,

I wasn`t born to lose you.

I want you, I want you,

I want you so bad,

Honey, I want you.



The drunken politician leaps

Upon the street where mothers weep

And the saviors who are fast asleep,

They wait for you.

And I wait for them to interrupt

Me drinkin` from my broken cup

And ask me to

Open up the gate for you.

I want you, I want you,

I want you so bad,

Honey, I want you.



Now all my fathers, they`ve gone down

True love they`ve been without it.

But all their daughters put me down

`Cause I don`t think about it.



Well, I return to the Queen of Spades

And talk with my chambermaid.

She knows that I`m not afraid

To look at her.

She is good to me

And there`s nothing she doesn`t see.

She knows where I`d like to be

But it doesn`t matter.

I want you, I want you,

I want you so bad,

Honey, I want you.



Now your dancing child with his Chinese suit,

He spoke to me, I took his flute.

No, I wasn`t very cute to him,

Was I?

But I did it, though, because he lied

Because he took you for a ride

And because time was on his side

And because I . . .

I want you, I want you,

I want you so bad,

Honey, I want you.