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I Pity The Poor Immigrant by Bob Dylan (original lyric)
I pity the poor immigrant
who wishes he would've stayed home,
who uses all his power to do evil
but in the end is always left so alone.
that man whom with his fingers cheats
and who lies with ev'ry breath,
who passionately hates his life
and likewise, fears his death.
I pity the poor immigrant
whose strength is spent in vain,
whose heaven is like ironsides,
whose tears are like rain,
who eats but is not satisfied,
who hears but does not see,
who falls in love with wealth itself
and turns his back on me.
I pity the poor immigrant
who tramples through the mud,
who fills his mouth with laughing
and who builds his town with blood,
whose visions in the final end
must shatter like the glass.
i pity the poor immigrant
when his gladness comes to pass.
I Pity The Poor Immigrant by Bob Dylan (spanish translation)
Compadezco al pobre inmigrante
quien desearía haberse quedado en casa,
quien usa todo su poder para hacer el mal
pero al final siempre se queda tan solo.
ese hombre que con sus dedos hace trampa
y quien yace con todo el aliento,
que odia apasionadamente su vida
y del mismo modo, teme su muerte.
Compadezco al pobre inmigrante
cuya fuerza se gasta en vano,
cuyo cielo es como ironsides,
cuyas lágrimas son como lluvia,
quien come pero no está satisfecho,
quien escucha pero no ve,
quien se enamora de la riqueza misma
y me da la espalda.
Compadezco al pobre inmigrante
que pisotea el barro,
que llena su boca de risas
y quien construye su ciudad con sangre,
cuyas visiones en el final
debe romperse como el cristal.
tengo lástima del pobre inmigrante
cuando su alegría llega a pasar.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)
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