Spanish Harlem Incident — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

Gypsy gal, the hands of harlem

Cannot hold you to its heat.

Your temperatures too hot for taming,

Your flaming feet burn up the street.

I am homeless, come and take me

Into reach of your rattling drums.

Let me know, babe, about my fortune

Down along my restless palms.



Gypsy gal, you got me swallowed.

I have fallen far beneath

Your pearly eyes, so fast an slashing,

An your flashing diamond teeth.

The night is pitch black, come an make my

Pale face fit into place, ah, please!

Let me know, babe, I got to know, babe,

If its you my lifelines trace.



I been wondrin all about me

Ever since I seen you there.

On the cliffs of your wildcat charms Im riding,

I know Im round you but I dont know where.

You have slayed me, you have made me,

I got to laugh halfways off my heels.

I got to know, babe, will I be touching you

So I can tell if Im really real.