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(από το παλιό μου μπλογγ )
(από το παλιό μου μπλογγ )
Τρίτη, 4 Μαΐου 2010
A pawn in their game (Bob Dylan 1963)
Ας μιλήσουμε σήμερα στην "μητρική" μας γλώσσα
He’s taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
’Bout the shape that he’s in
But it ain’t him to blame
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
’Bout the shape that he’s in
But it ain’t him to blame
He was only a pawn in their game
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide ’neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain’t got no name
But it ain’t him to blame
To hang and to lynch
To hide ’neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain’t got no name
But it ain’t him to blame
He was only a pawn in their game.
He’ll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
Only a pawn in their game
In memorial
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