To Ramona — текст песни (Bob Dylan)

Ramona, come closer,

Shut softly your watery eyes.

The pangs of your sadness

Shall pass as your senses will rise.

The flowers of the city

Though breathlike, get deathlike at times.

And theres no use in tryin

T deal with the dyin,

Though I cannot explain that in lines.



Your cracked country lips,

I still wish to kiss,

As to be under the strength of your skin.

Your magnetic movements

Still capture the minutes Im in.

But it grieves my heart, love,

To see you tryin to be a part of

A world that just dont exist.

Its all just a dream, babe,

A vacuum, a scheme, babe,

That sucks you into feelin like this.



I can see that your head

Has been twisted and fed

By worthless foam from the mouth.

I can tell you are torn

Between stayin and returnin

On back to the south.

Youve been fooled into thinking

That the finishin end is at hand.

Yet theres no one to beat you,

No one t defeat you,

cept the thoughts of yourself feeling bad.



Ive heard you say many times

That youre better n no one

And no one is better n you.

If you really believe that,

You know you got

Nothing to win and nothing to lose.

From fixtures and forces and friends,

Your sorrow does stem,

That hype you and type you,

Making you feel

That you must be exactly like them.



Id forever talk to you,

But soon my words,

They would turn into a meaningless ring.

For deep in my heart

I know there is no help I can bring.

Everything passes,

Everything changes,

Just do what you think you should do.

And someday maybe,

Who knows, baby,

Ill come and be cryin to you.