Текст песни Romance in Durango - Live at Harvard Square Theatre, Cambridge, MA - November 1975 - Bob Dylan
                                                Hot 
                                                chili 
                                                peppers 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                blistering 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dust 
                                                on 
                                                my 
                                                face 
                                                and 
                                                my 
                                                cape,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Me 
                                                and 
                                                Magdalena 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                run
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                think 
                                                this 
                                                time 
                                                we 
                                                shall 
                                                escape.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sold 
                                                my 
                                                guitar 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                baker's 
                                                son
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                    a 
                                                few 
                                                crumbs 
                                                and 
                                                    a 
                                                place 
                                                to 
                                                hide,
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                get 
                                                another 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'll 
                                                play 
                                                for 
                                                Magdalena 
                                                as 
                                                we 
                                                ride.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                llores, 
                                                mi 
                                                querida
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dios 
                                                nos 
                                                vigila
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                the 
                                                horse 
                                                will 
                                                take 
                                                us 
                                                to 
                                                Durango.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Agarrame, 
                                                mi 
                                                vida
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                you 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                dancing 
                                                the 
                                                fandango.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Past 
                                                the 
                                                Aztec 
                                                ruins 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                ghosts 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                people
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hoofbeats 
                                                like 
                                                castanets 
                                                on 
                                                stone.
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                night 
                                                    I 
                                                dream 
                                                of 
                                                bells 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                village 
                                                steeple
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                bloody 
                                                face 
                                                of 
                                                Ramon.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Was 
                                                it 
                                                me 
                                                that 
                                                shot 
                                                him 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                cantina
 
                                    
                                
                                                Was 
                                                it 
                                                my 
                                                hand 
                                                that 
                                                held 
                                                the 
                                                gun?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come, 
                                                let 
                                                us 
                                                fly, 
                                                my 
                                                Magdalena
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                dogs 
                                                are 
                                                barking 
                                                and 
                                                what's 
                                                done 
                                                is 
                                                done.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                llores, 
                                                mi 
                                                querida
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dios 
                                                nos 
                                                vigila
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                the 
                                                horse 
                                                will 
                                                take 
                                                us 
                                                to 
                                                Durango.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Agarrame, 
                                                mi 
                                                vida
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                you 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                dancing 
                                                the 
                                                fandango.
 
                                    
                                
                                                At 
                                                the 
                                                corrida 
                                                we'll 
                                                sit 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                shade
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                watch 
                                                the 
                                                young 
                                                torero 
                                                stand 
                                                alone.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We'll 
                                                drink 
                                                tequila 
                                                where 
                                                our 
                                                grandfathers 
                                                stayed
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                they 
                                                rode 
                                                with 
                                                Villa 
                                                into 
                                                Torreon.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                the 
                                                padre 
                                                will 
                                                recite 
                                                the 
                                                prayers 
                                                of 
                                                old
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                the 
                                                little 
                                                church 
                                                this 
                                                side 
                                                of 
                                                town.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                wear 
                                                new 
                                                boots 
                                                and 
                                                an 
                                                earring 
                                                of 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                
                                                You'll 
                                                shine 
                                                with 
                                                diamonds 
                                                in 
                                                your 
                                                wedding 
                                                gown.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                way 
                                                is 
                                                long 
                                                but 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                is 
                                                near
 
                                    
                                
                                                Already 
                                                the 
                                                fiesta 
                                                has 
                                                begun.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                face 
                                                of 
                                                God 
                                                will 
                                                appear
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                His 
                                                serpent 
                                                eyes 
                                                of 
                                                obsidian.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                llores, 
                                                mi 
                                                querida
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dios 
                                                nos 
                                                vigila
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                the 
                                                horse 
                                                will 
                                                take 
                                                us 
                                                to 
                                                Durango.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Agarrame, 
                                                mi 
                                                vida
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                you 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                dancing 
                                                the 
                                                fandango.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Was 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                thunder 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                heard?
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                head 
                                                is 
                                                vibrating, 
                                                    I 
                                                feel 
                                                    a 
                                                sharp 
                                                pain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come 
                                                sit 
                                                by 
                                                me, 
                                                don't 
                                                say 
                                                    a 
                                                word
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                can 
                                                it 
                                                be 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                slain?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Quick, 
                                                Magdalena, 
                                                take 
                                                my 
                                                gun
 
                                    
                                
                                                Look 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                hills, 
                                                that 
                                                flash 
                                                of 
                                                light.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Aim 
                                                well 
                                                my 
                                                little 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                may 
                                                not 
                                                make 
                                                it 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                night.
 
                                    
                                
                                                No 
                                                llores, 
                                                mi 
                                                querida
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dios 
                                                nos 
                                                vigila
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                the 
                                                horse 
                                                will 
                                                take 
                                                us 
                                                to 
                                                Durango.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Agarrame, 
                                                mi 
                                                vida
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                the 
                                                desert 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Soon 
                                                you 
                                                will 
                                                be 
                                                dancing 
                                                the 
                                                fandango.
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Tonight I'll Be Staying Here with You (Live at Montreal Forum, Montreal, Quebec - December 1975)
2 It Ain't Me, Babe (Live)
3 A Hard Rain's a-Gonna Fall (Live at Montreal Forum, Montreal, Quebec - December 1975)
4 The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll - Live
5 Romance in Durango - Live at Harvard Square Theatre, Cambridge, MA - November 1975
6 Isis - Live at Boston Music Hall, Boston, MA - November 1975
7 Mr. Tambourine Man - Live
8 Simple Twist of Fate - Live at Harvard Square Theatre, Cambridge, MA - November 1975
9 Blowin' in the Wind (Live at Boston Music Hall, Boston, MA - November 21, 1975 - Evening)
10 Mama, You Been on My Mind - Live at Harvard Square Theatre, Cambridge, MA - November 1975
11 I Shall Be Released - Live at Boston Music Hall, Boston, MA - November 1975
12 It's All over Now, Baby Blue - Live at Montreal Forum, Montreal, Quebec - December 1975
13 Love Minus Zero / No Limit (Live at Montreal Forum, Montreal, Quebec - December 1975)
14 Tangled up in Blue - Live at Boston Music Hall, Boston, MA - November 1975
15 The Water Is Wide - Live at Boston Music Hall, Boston, MA - November 1975
16 It Takes a Lot to Laugh, It Takes a Train to Cry - Live at Boston Music Hall, Boston, MA - November 1975
17 Oh, Sister - Live at Boston Music Hall, Boston, MA - November 1975
18 Hurricane - Live at Memorial Auditorium, Worcester, MA - November 1975
19 One More Cup of Coffee - Live at Boston Music Hall, Boston, MA - November 1975
20 Sara - Live at Boston Music Hall, Boston, MA - November 1975
21 Just Like a Woman (Live)
22 Knockin' on Heaven's Door (Live at Harvard Square Theatre, Cambridge, MA - November 1975)
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