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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Bob Dylan]Changing of the Guard |
| home : | http://endforand.net/danced |
Sixteen years, 16³â, Sixteen banners united over the field Æò¿ø À§¿¡ ÅëÀÏµÈ 16°³ÀÇ ±ê¹ß Where the good shepherd grieves. ÁÁÀº ¾çÄ¡±â°¡ ź½ÄÇÏ´Â °÷ Desperate men, desperate women divided, Àý¹ÚÇÑ ³²ÀÚ¿Í Àý¹ÚÇÑ ¿©ÀÚ°¡ ³ª´µ¾î Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves. ³«¿± ¾Æ·¡¿¡ ±×µéÀÇ ³¯°³¸¦ Æì°í ÀÖ³× Fortune calls. ¿î¸íÀÇ ºÎ¸§ I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace, ±×¸²ÀÚ ¾ÕÀ¸·Î ³ª°¡, ½ÃÀå°¡·Î ¹ßÀ» µðµ±Áö Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down. »óÀΰú µµµÏ, Èû¿¡ ±¾ÁÖ·Á, ³» ¸¶Áö¸· °è¾àÀº ½ÇÆÐÇß°í She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born, ±×³à´Â ±×³à°¡ ÅÂ¾î³ ÃÊ¿øÃ³·³ ´ÞÄÞÇÑ ³¿»õ°¡ ³ª On midsummer's eve, near the tower. ž ±Ùó, ÇÑ¿©¸§ÀÇ Àü³¯¹ã ¸»¾ß The cold-blooded moon. Â÷°¡¿î ÇÇÀÇ ´Þ The captain waits above the celebration ´ëÀåÀº ÃàÇÏ ÆÄƼ À§¿¡¼ ±â´Ù¸®¸ç Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid »ç¶ûÇÏ´Â Çϳ࿡°Ô ÀÚ½ÅÀÇ »ý°¢À» º¸³»Áö Whose ebony face is beyond communication. ±×³àÀÇ ¾îµÐ »öÀÇ ¾ó±¼Àº ¸»·Î´Â Ç¥Çö ¸ø ÇØ The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid. ´ëÀåÀº ¾²·¯Á³Áö¸¸ ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ±×ÀÇ »ç¶ûÀº º¸´äÀÌ µ¹¾Æ¿Ã°Å¶ó ¹Ï¾î They shaved her head. ±×µéÀº ±×³àÀÇ ¸Ó¸®¸¦ ¹Ð¾ú¾î She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo. ±×³à´Â À¯ÇÇÅ׸£(=Á¦¿ì½º ½Å)¿Í ¾ÆÆú·Î »çÀÌ¿¡ Âõ°åÁö A messenger arrived with a black nightingale. °ËÀº ³ªÀÌÆÃ°ÔÀϰú ÇÔ²² »çÀÚ(messenger)°¡ µµÂøÇß¾î I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow, ³ °è´Ü¿¡¼ ±×³à¸¦ ºÃ°í, µû¶ó°¡Áö ¾Ê°í´Â ¹è±æ ¼ö ¾ø¾úÁö Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil. ºÐ¼ö ³Ê¸Ó±îÁö µû¶ó°¡´Ï ±×µéÀÌ ±×³àÀÇ º£ÀÏÀ» ¹þ±â´õ±º I stumbled to my feet. ³ ¹ßÀ» Çêµðµ±¾î I rode past destruction in the ditches µµ¶û¿¡¼ ÆÄ±«µÉ Á¤µµ·Î ´Þ·È¾î With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo. ½ÉÀå ¸ð¾çÀ¸·Î »õ°ÜÁø ¹®½Å ¾Æ·¡ ¿©ÀüÈ÷ ²ç¸ÞÁ®ÀÖ´Â »óó¿Í ÇÔ²² Renegade priests and treacherous young witches ¹è½ÅÀÚ ¼ºÁ÷ÀÚ¿Í ¹ÏÀ» ¼ö ¾ø´Â ¾î¸° ¸¶³àµéÀÌ Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you. ³»°¡ ³Ê¿¡°Ô ÁØ ²ÉµéÀ» ³ª´²ÁÖ°í ÀÖ¾úÁö The palace of mirrors ±ºÀÎ °³µéÀÌ ºñÄ¡´Â Where dog soldiers are reflected, °Å¿ïÀÇ ±ÃÀü The endless road and the wailing of chimes, ³¡¾ø´Â ±æ°ú ¿ï·Á´ë´Â Á¾¼Ò¸® The empty rooms where her memory is protected, ±×³àÀÇ ±â¾ïÀÌ º¸È£¹Þ°í ÀÖ´Â ÅÖºó ¹æ Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times. ±×°÷¿¡¼± õ»çÀÇ ¸ñ¼Ò¸®°¡ °ú°ÅÀÇ ¿µÈ¥µé¿¡°Ô ¼Ó»èÀÌÁö She wakes him up ±×³à´Â ±×¸¦ ±ú¿ö Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking 48½Ã°£ ÈÄ, ÇØ°¡ ¶ß±â ½ÃÀÛÇØ Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks. °ÅÀÇ ²÷¾îÁø »ç½½, »êÀÇ ¿ù°è¼ö¿Í ±¸¸£´Â ¹ÙÀ§ She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking. ±×³à´Â ±×°¡ ¾î¶² ¹æ¹ýÀ» ÅÃÇÒÁö ¾Ë°í ½Í¾î ¾Ö¿øÀ» Çß¾î He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks. ±×´Â ±×³à¸¦ Àâ¾Æ²ø¾î³»¸®°í, ±×³à´Â ±×ÀÇ ±ä ±Ý¹ßÀ» ºÙµé¾î Gentlemen, he said, ½Å»çºÐµé, ±×´Â ¸»ÇßÁö I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes, ´ç½Å³× Á¶Á÷ µûÀ§ ÇÊ¿ä ¾ø¾î, ³ ´ç½Å ½Å¹ßÀ» ´Û¾ÆÁáÁö I've moved your mountains and marked your cards ´ç½Å³×µéÀÇ »êÀ» ¿Å±â°í Ä«µå¿¡ Ç¥½Ã¸¦ ÇØÁá¾î But Eden is burning, either brace yourself for elimination ÇÏÁö¸¸ ¿¡µ§ µ¿»êÀÌ ºÒŸ°í ÀÖ¾î, Á¦°Å´çÇÒ ¶§¸¦ ´ëºñÇϰųª Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards. ±ÙÀ§º´ ±³´ë¸¦ À§ÇÑ ¿ë±â¸¦ ¸¶À½¿¡ ǰ¾î¾ß°ÚÁö Peace will come ÆòÈ´Â ¿Ã°Å¾ß With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire ºÒÀÌ ºÙÀº ¹ÙÄû À§ÀÇ °í¿äÇÔ°ú È·ÁÇÔ°ú ÇÔ²² But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×³àÀÇ °ÅÁþ ¾ÆÀ̵¹ÀÌ ¶³¾îÁ®µµ ¾Æ¹«·± Æ÷»óµµ ¾È ¿Í And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating ±×¸®°í ÀÜÀÎÇÑ Á×À½Àº ÈÄÅðÇϴ â¹éÇÑ À¯·É°ú ÇÔ²² Ç׺¹À» ÇÏÁö Between the King and the Queen of Swords. Ä®ÀÇ ¿Õ°ú ¿Õºñ »çÀÌ¿¡¼ ¸»¾ß |
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