I want you

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 Y me pidan 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.

Bob Dylan – Blonde on blonde

(El enterrador culpable suspira, el organillero solitario grita, los saxofones plateados dicen que debería rechazarte. Las campanas agrietadas y los cuernos soplan con desdén en mi cara pero esto no es así, yo no nací para perderte. Te deseo, te deseo, te deseo tanto, cariño, te deseo. El político borracho que brinca por las calles donde las madres gimotean y los salvadores que están profundamente dormidos, te esperan y yo espero que ellos acaben con mi beber en una copa rota y me pidan que te abra la puerta. Te deseo, te deseo, te deseo tanto, cariño, te deseo. Todos mis padres han sucumbido sin conseguir el verdadero amorpero todas sus hijas me han denigrado porque no pienso en eso. Vuelvo a la reina de espadas y hablo con mi criada, ella sabe que no me asusta el mirarla, es buena conmigo y no hay nada que ella no vea, sabe donde me gustaría estar pero no importa. Te deseo, te deseo, te deseo tanto, cariño, te deseo. Tu niño bailarín con el traje chino me habló, yo le quité su flauta. No, no estuve muy amable con él, ¿verdad? Pero lo hice, pero porque mintió porque te engañó y porque el momento le daba la razón, y porque yo te deseo, te deseo, te deseo tanto, cariño, te deseo.)