I Pity The Poor Immigrant
Bob DylanOriginal | Versione svedese di Mikael Wiehe da Dom Ensligas Alle (1982) |
I PITY THE POOR IMMIGRANT | JAG ÖMKAR EMIGRANTERNA |
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. | ag ömkar emigranterna som önskar att dom aldrig gett sej av som offra’ allt dom trodde på och ändå inte fick nånting tillbaks som drar sej fram med list och svek och lurendrejeri som bara fruktar döden mer än dom hatar sina liv |
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. | Jag ömkar emigranterna vars liv har bli’tt en lögn vars himmel blev ett helvete och som gråter sej till sömns vars öron inte hör nånting vars ögon inget ser som fåfängt jagar makt och guld och bara vill ha mer |
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. | Jag ömkar emigranterna som trampar runt i dyn vars väg till makt och rikedom är kantad utav lik vars drömmar och förväntningar ska krossas liksom glas Jag ömkar emigranterna när deras välde går i kras |