George Jackson
Bob Dylan| Versione italiana di Gianni Barnini | |
| GEORGE JACKSON I woke up this mornin', There were tears in my bed. They killed a man I really loved Shot him through the head. Lord, Lord, They cut George Jackson down. Lord, Lord, They laid him in the ground. Sent him off to prison For a seventy-dollar robbery. Closed the door behind him And they threw away the key. Lord, Lord, They cut George Jackson down. Lord, Lord, They laid him in the ground. He wouldn't take shit from no one He wouldn't bow down or kneel. Authorities, they hated him Because he was just too real. Lord, Lord, They cut George Jackson down. Lord, Lord, They laid him in the ground. Prison guards, they cursed him As they watched him from above But they were frightened of his power They were scared of his love. Lord, Lord, So they cut George Jackson down. Lord, Lord, They laid him in the ground. Sometimes I think this whole world Is one big prison yard. Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards. Lord, Lord, They cut George Jackson down. Lord, Lord, They laid him in the ground. | GEORGE JACKSON Mi son svegliato all’alba piangevo lentamente Hanno ammazzato un uomo che amavo veramente George Jackson sei stato ucciso ieri Ma per sempre vivrai nei miei pensieri Rinchiuso in una cella non era un fatto grave In una sporca cella e gettato via la chiave George Jackson sei stato ucciso ieri Ma per sempre vivrai nei miei pensieri Contro ogni sopruso lui era un uomo vero Le autorità lo odiavano perché era sincero George Jackson sei stato ucciso ieri Ma per sempre vivrai nei miei pensieri E pure i secondini nutrivano rancore Perché spaventati dalla forza del suo amore George Jackson sei stato ucciso ieri Ma per sempre vivrai nei miei pensieri A volte penso a un mondo una prigione vasta Alcuni prigionieri e molti a odiare e basta George Jackson sei stato ucciso ieri Ma per sempre vivrai nei miei pensieri George Jackson sei stato ucciso ieri Ma per sempre vivrai nei miei pensieri |
