BOB DYLAN: NOBEL DE LITERATURA 2016

                Vuelven los viejos rapsodas a nuestro mundo; a la canción se le reconoce su dimensión literaria, muchas veces postergada por los grandes críticos y gurús literarios.

Hace unas horas, la academia sueca ha otorgado el Nobel de Literatura al cantautor norteamericano Bob Dylan por haber creado una nueva expresión poética dentro de la gran tradición americana de la canción.

Os ofrezco algunas de sus canciones, puede que no sean las mejores, para gustos no hay nada escrito, pero todas tienen una curiosa versión en español (la mejor la de Sabina, que nunca ha sido autorizada y no se puede encontrar en ningún disco):

THE TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGING

Come gather around people

Wherever you roam

And admit that the waters

Around you have grown

And accept it that soon

You'll be drenched to the bone

If your time to you

Is worth savin'

Then you better start swimming

Or you'll sink like a stone

For the times they are a-changing

Come writers and critics

Who prophesize with your pen

And keep your eyes wide

The chance won't come again

And don't speak too soon

For the wheel's still in spin

And there's no telling who

That it's naming

For the loser now

Will be later to win

For the times they are a-changing

Come senators, congressmen

Please heed the call

Don't stand in the doorway

Don't block up the hall

For he that gets hurt

Will be he who has stalled

There's a battle outside

And it is raging

It'll soon shake your windows

And rattle your walls

For the times they are a-changing

Come mothers and fathers

Throughout the land

And don't criticize

What you can't understand

Your sons and your daughters

Are beyond your command

Your old road is

Rapidly aging

Please get out of the new one

If you can't lend your hand

For the times they are a-changing

The line it is drawn

The curse it is cast

The slow one now

Will later be fast

As the present now

Will later be past

The order is

Rapidly fading

And the first one now

Will later be last

For the times they are a-changing

MAN GAVE NAMES TO ALL THE ANIMALS

Man gave names to all the animals

In the beginning, in the beginning

Man gave names to all the animals

In the beginning, long time ago.

He saw an animal that liked to growl

Big furry paws and he liked to howl

Great big furry back and furry hair

'Ah, think I'll call it a bear'.

He saw an animal up on a hill

Chewing up so much grass until she was filled

He saw milk coming out but he didn't know how

'Ah, think I'll call it a cow'.

He saw an animal that liked to snort

Horns on his head and they weren't too short

It looked like there wasn't nothing that he couldn't pull

'Ah, I'll think I'll call it a bull'.

He saw an animal leaving a muddy trail

Real dirty face and a curly trail

He wasn't too small and he wasn't too big

'Ah, think I'll call it a pig'.

Next animal that he did meet

Had wool on his back and hooves on his feet

Eating grass on a mountainside so steep

'Ah, think I'll call it a sheep'.

He saw an animal as smooth as glass

Slithering his way through the grass

Saw him dissappear by a tree near a lake .....

LIKE A ROLLING STONE

Once upon a time you dressed so fine

You threw the bums a dime

In your prime, didn't you?

People'd call, say

“Beware doll, you're bound to fall”

You thought they were all kidding you

You used to laugh about everybody

That was hanging out

Now you don't talk so loud

Now you don't seem so proud

About having to be scrounging for your next meal

How does it feel?

How does it feel to be without a home

Like a complete unknown

Like a rolling stone

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely

But you know you only used to get juiced in it

And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street

And now you find out

You're going to have to get used to it

You said you'd never compromise

With the mystery tramp but now you realize

He's not selling any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes

And ask him do you want to make a deal?

You never turned around to see the frowns

On the jugglers and the clowns

When they all come down and did tricks for you

You never understood that it ain't no good

You shouldn't let other people

Get your kicks for you

You used to ride on the chrome horse

With your diplomat

Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat

Ain't it hard when you discover that

He really wasn't where it's at

After he took from you everything he could steal?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people

They're drinking, thinking that they got it made

Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things

But you'd better lift your diamond ring

You'd better pawn it babe

You used to be so amused

At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used

Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse

When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose

You're invisible now

You got no secrets to conceal

A HARD RAIN'S A-GONNA FALL

A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall

Oh, where have you been,

my blue-eyed son?

Oh, where have you been,

my darling young one?

I've stumbled on the side

of twelve misty mountains,

I've walked and I've crawled

on six crooked highways,

I've stepped in the middle

of seven sad forests,

I've been out in front of

a dozen dead oceans,

I've been ten thousand miles

in the mouth of a graveyard,

And it's a hard, and it's a hard,

it's a hard, and it's a hard,

And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what did you see,

my blue-eyed son?

Oh, what did you see,

my darling young one?

I saw a newborn baby

with wild wolves all around it

I saw a highway of diamonds

with nobody on it,

I saw a black branch with blood

that kept drippin',

I saw a room full of men

with their hammers a-bleedin',

I saw a white ladder

all covered with water,

I saw ten thousand talkers

whose tongues were all broken,

I saw guns and sharp swords

in the hands of young children,

And it's a hard, and it's a hard,

it's a hard, it's a hard,

And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

And what did you hear,

my blue-eyed son?

And what did you hear,

my darling young one?

I heard the sound of a thunder,

it roared out a warnin',

Heard the roar of a wave

that could drown the whole world,

Heard one hundred drummers

whose hands were a-blazin',

Heard ten thousand whisperin'

and nobody listenin',

Heard one person starve,

I heard many people laughin',

Heard the song of a poet

who died in the gutter,

Heard the sound of a clown

who cried in the alley,

And it's a hard, and it's a hard,

it's a hard, it's a hard,

And it's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, who did you meet,

my blue-eyed son?

Who did you meet,

my darling young one?

I met a young child

beside a dead pony,

I met a white man

who walked a black dog,

I met a young woman

whose body was burning,

I met a young girl,

she gave me a rainbow,

I met one man

who was wounded in love,

I met another man

who was wounded with hatred,

And it's a hard, it's a hard,

it's a hard, it's a hard,

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.

Oh, what'll you do now,

my blue-eyed son?

Oh, what'll you do now,

my darling young one?

I'm a-goin' back out

'fore the rain starts a-fallin',

I'll walk to the depths

of the deepest black forest,

Where the people are many

and their hands are all empty,

Where the pellets of poison

are flooding their waters,

Where the home in the valley

meets the damp dirty prison,

Where the executioner's face

is always well hidden,

Where hunger is ugly,

where souls are forgotten,

Where black is the color,

where none is the number,

And I'll tell it and think it and speak it

and breathe it,

And reflect it from the mountain

so all souls can see it,

Then I'll stand on the ocean

until I start sinkin',

But I'll know my song well before

I start singin',

And it's a hard, it's a hard,

it's a hard, it's a hard,

It's a hard rain's a-gonna fall.