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I Pity The Poor Immigrant

Tive pena do pobre imigrante

I pity the poor immigrant I pity the poor immigrant Tive pena do pobre imigrante Who wishes he would've stayed home, Who wishes he would've stayed home, que do seu pais não queria ter saido Who uses all his power to do evil Who uses all his power to do evil que usa todo seu poder para o mal But in the end is always left so alone. But in the end is always left so alone. mas no final sempre acaba sozinho That man whom with his fingers cheats That man whom with his fingers cheats o homen que com seus dedos trapaceia And who lies with ev'ry breath, And who lies with ev'ry breath, e que mente como toda sua voz Who passionately hates his life Who passionately hates his life que com paixão odeia sua vida And likewise, fears his death. And likewise, fears his death. e do mesmo modo, teme sua morte I pity the poor immigrant I pity the poor immigrant Tive pena do pobre imigrante Whose strength is spent in vain, Whose strength is spent in vain, qUe a força é gasta em vão Whose heaven is like Ironsides, Whose heaven is like Ironsides, que o céu é que nem uma prisão Whose tears are like rain, Whose tears are like rain, que como chuva são suas lagrimas Who eats but is not satisfied, Who eats but is not satisfied, que come mas não se satisfas Who hears but does not see, Who hears but does not see, que escuta mas não vê Who falls in love with wealth itself Who falls in love with wealth itself que ama sua riqueza propria And turns his back on me. And turns his back on me. e se vira de costas para mim I pity the poor immigrant I pity the poor immigrant Tive pena do probre imigrante Who tramples through the mud, Who tramples through the mud, que anda pela lama Who fills his mouth with laughing Who fills his mouth with laughing que enche sua boca com gargalhadas And who builds his town with blood, And who builds his town with blood, e que constroi sua cidade com sangue Whose visions in the final end Whose visions in the final end de que suas visões no final Must shatter like the glass. Must shatter like the glass. devem quebrar como o vidro I pity the poor immigrant I pity the poor immigrant tive pena do pobre imigrante When his gladness comes to pass. When his gladness comes to pass. quando sua alegria vier a acabar

Composição: Bob Dylan





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