The Boxer Lyrics – Bob Dylan
Singer: Bob Dylan
Title: The Boxer
I’m just a poor boy
Though my story’s seldom told
I have squadered my resistance
For a pocketful of numbles
Such are promises, all lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
When I left my home and family
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station
Running scared, laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know.
Asking only workman’s wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the wh#res on Seventh Avenue
I do declare
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.
Then I’m laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone, going home
Where the New York City winters aren’t bleeding me
Leading me
Going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down
And cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still ramains.
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The Boxer – Terjemahan / Translation
Aku hanya bocah malang
Padahal ceritaku jarang diceritakan
Saya telah menjemput perlawanan saya
Untuk kantong suara
Seperti janji-janji, semua kebohongan dan bercanda
Masih seorang pria mendengar apa yang ingin dia dengar
Dan mengabaikan sisanya.
Ketika saya meninggalkan rumah dan keluarga saya
Saya tidak lebih dari seorang anak laki-laki
Di perusahaan orang asing
Di ketenangan stasiun kereta api
Menjalankan ketakutan, meletakkan rendah
Mencari kuartal yang lebih miskin
Di mana orang-orang compang-camping pergi
Mencari tempat hanya mereka yang akan tahu.
Hanya meminta upah pekerja
Saya datang mencari pekerjaan
Tapi saya tidak mendapat penawaran
Hanya datang dari pelacur di Seventh Avenue
Saya menyatakan
Ada saat-saat ketika aku sangat kesepian
Saya sangat nyaman di sana.
Lalu aku meletakkan pakaian musim dinginku
Dan berharap saya pergi, pulang
Di mana musim dingin kota New York tidak berdarah
Memimpin saya
Pulang.
Di kliring berdiri seorang petinju
Dan seorang pejuang dengan perdagangannya
Dan dia membawa pengingat
Dari setiap sarung tangan yang meletakkannya
Dan memotongnya sampai dia berteriak
Dalam kemarahannya dan rasa malunya
“Aku akan pergi, aku akan pergi”
Tetapi pejuang itu masih ramas.
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Lyrics Bob Dylan – The Boxer
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