Tempest de Bob Dylan

The pale moon rose in its glory
Out o'er the Western town
She told a sad, sad story
Of the great ship that went down

T'was the fourteenth day of April
Over the waves she rode
Sailing into tomorrow
To a gilded age foretold

The night was black with starlight
The seas were sharp and clear
Moving through the shadows
The promised hour was near

Lights were holding steady
Gliding over the foam
All the lords and ladies
Heading for their eternal home

The chandeliers were swaying
From the balustrades above
The orchestra was playing
Songs of faded love

The watchman, he lay dreaming
As the ballroom dancers twirled
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
Into the underworld

Leo took his sketchbook
He was often so inclined
He closed his eyes and painted
The scenery in his mind

Cupid struck his bosom
And broke it with a snap
The closest woman to him
He fell into her lap

He heard a loud commotion
Something sounded wrong
His inner spirit was saying
That he couldn't stand here long

He staggered to the quarterdeck
No time now to sleep
Water on the quarterdeck
Already three foot deep

Smokestack was leaning sideways
Heavy feet began to pound
He walked into the whirlwind
Sky splitting all around

The ship was going under
The universe had opened wide
The roll was called up yonder
The angels turned aside

Lights down in the hallway
Flickering dim and dull
Dead bodies already floating
In the double bottom hull

The engines then exploded
Propellers they failed to start
The boilers overloaded
The ship's bow split apart

Passengers were flying
Backward, forward, far and fast
They mumbled, fumbled, and tumbled
Each one more weary than the last

The veil was torn asunder
'Tween the hours of twelve and one
No change, no sudden wonder
Could undo what had been done

The watchman lay there dreaming
At forty-five degrees
He dreamed that the Titanic was sinking
Dropping to her knees

Wellington he was sleeping
His bed began to slide
His valiant heart was beating
He pushed the tables aside

Glass of shattered crystal
Lay scattered roundabout
He strapped on both his pistols
How long could he hold out?

His men and his companions
Were nowhere to be seen
In silence there he waited for
Time and space to intervene

The passageway was narrow
There was blackness in the air
He saw every kind of sorrow
Heard voices everywhere

Alarm-bells were ringing
To hold back the swelling tide
Friends and lovers clinging
To each other side by side

Mothers and their daughters
Descending down the stairs
Jumped into the icy waters
Love and pity sent their prayers

The rich man, Mister Astor
Kissed his darling wife
He had no way of knowing
Be the last trip of his life

Calvin, Blake, and Wilson
Gambled in the dark
Not one of them would ever live to
Tell the tale or disembark

Brother rose up 'gainst brother
In every circumstance
They fought and slaughtered each other
In a deadly dance

They lowered down the lifeboats
From the sinking wreck
There were traitors, there were turncoats
Broken backs and broken necks

The bishop left his cabin
To help all those in need
Turned his eyes up to the heavens
Said, "The poor are yours to feed"

Davey the brothel-keeper
Came out dismissed his girls
Saw the water getting deeper
Saw the changing of his world

Jim Backus smiled
He never learned to swim
Saw the little crippled child
And he gave his seat to him

He saw the starlight shining
Streaming from the East
Death was on the rampage
But his heart was now at peace

They battened down the hatches
But the hatches wouldn't hold
They drowned upon the staircase
Of brass and polished gold

Leo said to Cleo
I think I'm going mad
But he'd lost his mind already
Whatever mind he had

He tried to block the doorway
To save all those from harm
Blood from an open wound
Pouring down his arm

Petals fell from flowers
Tell all of them were gone
In the long and dreadful hours
The wizard's curse played on

The host was pouring brandy
He was going down slow
He stayed right to the end and he
Was the last to go

There were many, many others
Nameless here forever more
They never sailed the ocean
Or left their homes before

The watchman, he lay dreaming
The damage had been done
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
And he tried to tell someone

The captain, barely breathing
Kneeling at the wheel
Above him and beneath him
Fifty thousand tons of steel

He looked over at his compass
And he gazed into its face
Needle pointing downward
He knew he lost the race

In the dark illumination
He remembered bygone years
He read the Book of Revelation
And he filled his cup with tears

When the Reaper's task had ended
Sixteen hundred had gone to rest
The good, the bad, the rich, the poor
The loveliest and the best

They waited at the landing
And they tried to understand
But there is no understanding
For the judgment of God's hand

The news came over the wires
And struck with deadly force
The love had lost its fires
All things had run their course

The watchman he lay dreaming
Of all the things that can be
He dreamed the Titanic was sinking
Into the deep blue sea

La pálida luna se alzó en todo su esplendor
Sobre la ciudad del Oeste
Contó una triste, triste historia
Del gran barco que se hundió

Era el catorce de abril
Sobre las olas navegaba
Dirigiéndose hacia el mañana
Hacia una era dorada predicha

La noche estaba oscura con luz de estrellas
Los mares eran agudos y claros
Moviendo a través de las sombras
La hora prometida estaba cerca

Las luces se mantenían firmes
Deslizándose sobre la espuma
Todos los señores y damas
Dirigiéndose hacia su morada eterna

Las arañas de luces se balanceaban
Desde los baluartes encima
La orquesta tocaba
Canciones de amores pasados

El vigilante, soñaba
Mientras los bailarines del salón giraban
Soñaba que el Titanic se hundía
En el inframundo

Leo tomó su cuaderno de dibujo
A menudo se inclinaba a ello
Cerró los ojos y pintó
El paisaje en su mente

Cupido le flechó el pecho
Y lo rompió con un chasquido
La mujer más cercana a él
Cayó en su regazo

Escuchó un fuerte ruido
Algo sonaba mal
Su espíritu interior le decía
Que no podía quedarse allí mucho tiempo

Tambaleó hacia la cubierta de popa
No había tiempo para dormir
Agua en la cubierta de popa
Ya tres pies de profundidad

La chimenea se inclinaba de lado
Pesados pies comenzaron a golpear
Caminó hacia el torbellino
El cielo desgarrándose en todo su alrededor

El barco se estaba hundiendo
El universo se había abierto de par en par
La lista de pasajeros se llamaba allá arriba
Los ángeles giraban la cara

Luces abajo en el pasillo
Parpadeando débiles y apagadas
Cuerpos ya flotando
En el doble fondo del casco

Los motores entonces explotaron
Las hélices no se pudieron iniciar
Las calderas se sobrecargaron
La proa del barco se partió

Los pasajeros volaban
Hacia atrás, adelante, lejos y rápido
Murmuraban, se equivocaban y caían
Cada uno más cansado que el anterior

El velo fue rasgado
Entre las horas de las doce y la una
No hubo cambio, no hubo maravilla repentina
Que pudiera deshacer lo que se había hecho

El vigilante seguía soñando
A cuarenta y cinco grados
Soñaba que el Titanic se hundía
Cayendo de rodillas

Wellington estaba durmiendo
Su cama comenzó a deslizarse
Su valiente corazón latía
Empujó las mesas a un lado

Cristales de cristal destrozado
Esparcidos por doquier
Se puso sus dos pistolas
Cuánto tiempo podría resistir?

Sus hombres y sus compañeros
No se veían por ningún lado
En silencio esperaba allí
A que el tiempo y el espacio intervinieran

El pasillo era estrecho
Había oscuridad en el aire
Veía todo tipo de tristeza
Oía voces por doquier

Las campanas de alarma sonaban
Para contener la marea creciente
Amigos y amantes aferrándose
Uno al lado del otro

Madres e hijas
Descendiendo por las escaleras
Saltaron a las aguas heladas
El amor y la piedad enviaron sus oraciones

El hombre rico, el señor Astor
Beso a su amada esposa
No sabía que sería
El último viaje de su vida

Calvin, Blake y Wilson
Jugaban a oscuras
Ninguno de ellos viviría para
Contar la historia o desembarcar

Hermano se levantó contra hermano
En toda circunstancia
Lucharon y se masacraron
En una danza mortal

Bajaron los botes salvavidas
Del barco hundido
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