歌词与中文翻译
Artist：bob dylan
艺术家：鲍勃·迪伦
Songs Title：north country blues
歌名：北方乡村的忧伤
朋友们来吧
Come gather round friends
我要给你们讲个故事
And Ill tell you a tale
那是红铁矿大量喷涌的年代
硬纸板填满了窗户
Of when the red iron pits ran plenty.
老人们坐在长凳上
告诉你现在整座镇子已经空了
But the cardboard filled windows
在镇子北边的尽头
And old men on the benches
我自己的孩子已经悄然成长
但是我是在另一边长大的
Tell you now that the whole town is empty.
从我刚记事起
妈妈就生病了
In the north end of town,
哥哥把我抚养成人
My own children are grown
铁矿石倾倒着
随着岁月从门前流淌而过
But I was raised on the other.
拖绳和铲子嗡嗡鸣响
直到有一天，我的哥哥
In the wee hours of youth,
再也没有回家
My mother took sick
就像我父亲当年那样
整整一个冬天
And I was brought up by my brother.
我在窗边等待
The iron ore poured
我的朋友们渐渐离去
As the years passed the door,
我也离开了学校
The drag lines an the shovels they was a-humming.
春天来了，我终于放弃了等待
嫁给了约翰·托马斯，一个矿工
til one day my brother
岁月再度流淌
Failed to come home
它待我不薄
The same as my father before him.
每个季节里饭篮都能被填满
三个孩子呱呱坠地
Well a long winters wait,
他们父亲的工作却被削减
From the window I watched.
只剩原来的一半，没有原因
不久矿井也关了
My friends they couldnt have been kinder.
工作被削减得更多了
And my schooling was cut
火焰在空气中跳动，但却寒似坚冰
As I quit in the spring
直到有一周，一个男人出现
告诉我们
To marry john thomas, a miner.
十一号矿井就要关了
因为那些人抱怨道
Oh the years passed again
他们在东边付出得太多了
And the givin was good,
这儿根本不值得开采
在南边的镇子里
With the lunch bucket filled every season.
采矿要便宜得多
What with three babies born,
在那里矿工们几乎一分钱都拿不到
The work was cut down
矿场的大门关上了
红铁生锈了
To a half a days shift with no reason.
家里也总弥漫着浓烈的酒精味
忧伤无言的歌声
Then the shaft was soon shut
让时间粘滞如死水
And more work was cut,
我默默地等着日落归寂
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen.
整日空洞地守着窗边
而他只是喃喃自语
til a man come to speak
空气死寂如水，让人窒息
And he said in one week
一天我醒来
床边已经空了
That number eleven was closin.
只剩丢给我的三个孩子
夏天过去了
They complained in the east,
寒冷降临
商户们一个接一个地关门
They are paying too high.
我的孩子们一长大
就会离开
They say that your ore aint worth digging.
这里一无所有，留不住他们
That its much cheaper down
In the south american towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing.
So the mining gates locked
And the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking.
Where the sad, silent song
Made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking.
I lived by the window
As he talked to himself,
This silence of tongues it was building.
Then one mornings wake,
The bed it was bare,
And I was left alone with three children.
The summer is gone,
The grounds turning cold,
The stores one by one theyre a-foldin.
My children will go
As soon as they grow.
Well, there aint nothing here now to hold them.