Текст и перевод песни Bob Dylan - The Wicked Messenger

The Wicked Messenger

There was a wicked messenger, from Eli he did come
With a mind that multiplied the smallest matter
When questioned who had sent for him, he answered with his thumb
For his tongue, it couldn't speak, but only flatter

He stayed behind the assembly hall, it was there he made his bed
Often times he could be seen returning
Until one day he just appeared with a note in his hand which read
"The soles of my feet, I swear they're burning"

Oh, the leaves began to fallin', the seas began to part
And the people that confronted him were many
And he was told but these few words which opened up his heart
"If you cannot bring good news, don't bring any"

Le Messager Maléfique

Il y avait un messager maléfique, d'Eli il est venu
Avec un esprit qui multipliait la plus petite affaire
Quand on lui a demandé qui l'avait envoyé, il a répondu avec son pouce
Car sa langue, elle ne pouvait pas parler, mais seulement flatter

Il est resté derrière la salle d'assemblée, c'est là qu'il a fait son lit
Souvent il pouvait être vu revenir
Jusqu'à ce qu'un jour il apparaisse avec un mot dans sa main qui disait
"La plante de mes pieds, je jure qu'elles brûlent"

Oh, les feuilles ont commencé à tomber, les mers ont commencé à se séparer
Et les gens qui l'ont confronté étaient nombreux
Et on lui a dit mais ces quelques mots qui lui ont ouvert le cœur
"Si tu ne peux pas apporter de bonnes nouvelles, n'en apporte pas"