Dylan en París
Aparece en New Morning (1970) Columbia Records
Three Angels
WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Three angels up above the street
Each one playing a horn
Dressed in green robes with wings that stick out
They’ve been there since Christmas morn
The wildest cat from Montana passes by in a flash
Then a lady in a bright orange dress
One U-Haul trailer, a truck with no wheels
The Tenth Avenue bus going west
The dogs and pigeons fly up and they flutter around
A man with a badge skips by
Three fellas crawlin’ on their way back to work
Nobody stops to ask why
The bakery truck stops outside of that fence
Where the angels stand high on their poles
The driver peeks out, trying to find one face
In this concrete world full of souls
The angels play on their horns all day
The whole earth in progression seems to pass by
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
Copyright © 1970 by Big Sky Music; renewed 1998 by Big Sky Music
" Que sentido tiene colgarle al Everest una medalla por ser el más alto"
Leonard Cohen en referencia al Nobel de Dylan
