Bob Dylan Lyrics - Lonesome Day Blues Lyrics lyrics

by Tristan Corbiere

The Murdered eye is not dead

A spike still splits it

Nailed up I am coffinless

They drove the nail in my eye

The nailed eye is not dead

And the spike still splits it

Deus misericors

Deus misericors

The hammer pounds my wooden head

The hammer that will make the cross

Deus misericors

Deus misericors

The undertaker birds

Are thus afraid of my body

My gologotha is not over

Lamma lamma sabacthani

Doves of Death

Be thirsty for my body

Red as a gun-port

The sore is on the edge

Like the drooling gum

Of a toothless laughing old woman

The sore is on the edge

Red as a gun-port

I see circles of gold

The white sun bites me

I've two holes pierced by an iron bar

Reddened in the forge of hell

I see a circle of gold

The sky's fire bites me

In the marrow twists

A tear which comes out

I see inside paradise

Miserere de profundis

In my skull twists

A sulfur tear which comes out

Blessed the good dead man

The saved dead man who sleeps

Happy the martyrs the chosen

With the Virgin and the Jesus

Oh blessed the dead man

The judged dead man who sleeps

A knight outside

Reposes without remorse

In the hallowed cemetery

In his granite siesta

The man of stone outside

Has two eyes without remorse

Oh, I feel you still

Yellow moors of Armor

I feel my rosary in my fingers

And Christ in bore on the wood

I gape at you still

O dead Armor Sky

Pardon for praying hard

Lord, if it is fate

My esyes two burning holy-water fonts

The devil puts his fingers inside

Pardon for crying loud

Lord against fate

I hear the northwind

Which bugles like a horn

It is the hunting call for the kill of the dead

I bay enough on my own

I hear the northwind

I hear the horn's knell

(Translation by Kenneth Koch & Georges Guy)