Romance in Durango Songtext
von Bob Dylan
Romance in Durango Songtext
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 a horse will take us to the rango
Hey! 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
And I see the bloody face of Ramon
Was it me that shot him down in that 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 a horse will take us to the rango
Hey! agarrame mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango
In a corrida we'll sit in the shade
And watch the young toreros stand alone
Drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed
When they rode with Villa into Torreon
Then the padre will recite the prayers of old
In a little church on this side of town
I'll wear new boots and an earring of gold
And you′ll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown
The way, it is long but the end is near
Already the fiesta has begun
In the streets the face of God will soon appear
In the serpent eyes of obscenious
No llores mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon a horse will take us to the rango
Hey! 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
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 a horse will take us to the rango
Hey! 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
And I see the bloody face of Ramon
Was it me that shot him down in that 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 a horse will take us to the rango
Hey! agarrame mi vida
Soon the desert will be gone
Soon you will be dancing the fandango
In a corrida we'll sit in the shade
And watch the young toreros stand alone
Drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed
When they rode with Villa into Torreon
Then the padre will recite the prayers of old
In a little church on this side of town
I'll wear new boots and an earring of gold
And you′ll shine with diamonds in your wedding gown
The way, it is long but the end is near
Already the fiesta has begun
In the streets the face of God will soon appear
In the serpent eyes of obscenious
No llores mi querida
Dios nos vigila
Soon a horse will take us to the rango
Hey! 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
Writer(s): Bob Dylan, Jacques Levy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
