Balada o Emet Tilu (Bob Dilan/moj prevod)
Bese to u Misisipiju ne bas tako davno,
Kad je mladi decko iz Cikaga presao preko juznjackog praga.
Tragediju tog decaka dobro treba pamtiti,
Njegova koza bila je crna a ime Emet Til.
Ljudi ga odvukose u ambar da bi ga tukli.
Rekose da imaju razlog, ne secam se koji.
Mucise ga, neopisivo koliko behu zli.
Vriska se čula iz ambara, smeh se orio na ulici.
Pa skotrljase telo u ponor i kisu krvavo crvenu
I bacise ga sirom vode da krici bola stanu.
A razlog sto ga ubise, i siguran sam nije laz:
Samo da se zabave i osete ubistva draž.
Povike Amerike za sudom da ucutkaju
Ubistvo jadnog Emet Tila dva brata priznaju.
Ali u poroti behu saucesnici u gnusnom zločinu,
Sudjenje bi lakrdija, ali nikog ne bese briga.
Nisam mogao gledati po novinama svuda
Nasmejanu bracu na stepenistu ispred suda.
Po poroti su nevini, braca su na slobodi,
Dok Emetovo telo Dzim Krou juznim morem plovi.
Ako te ne buni ovakva stvar, zločin, nepravda,
Tvoje oci puni grobni mulj, a um tvoj prasina.
Tvoje ruke i noge moraju biti u okovima i lancima, i tvoja krv mora odbiti da tece,
Jer dopustas dno ljudskosti, dubine nema vece!
Ova pesma je podsetnik i poruka bliznjem tvom
Ovakve stvari žive još sa sablasnim Kju-Kluks-Klanom.
A svi mi sto mislimo isto, da damo od sebe sve,
Mogli bismo napraviti mesto za zivot mnogo bolje.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y2-DIJFJayc
The Ballad of Emmett Till (Bob Dylan)
'Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago
When a young boy from Chicago town walked through a Southern door
This boy’s dreadful tragedy you should all remember well
The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till
Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up
They said they had a reason, but I disremember what
They tortured him and did some things too evil to repeat
There were screaming sounds inside the barn, there was laughing sounds out on the street
Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a bloody red rain
And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his screaming pain
The reason that they killed him there, and I’m sure it ain’t no lie
Was just for the fun of killin’ him and to watch him slowly die
And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial
Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor Emmett Till
But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers commit this awful crime
And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed to mind
I saw the morning papers but I could not bear
To see the smiling brothers walkin’ down the courthouse stairs
For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free
While Emmett’s body floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea
If you can’t speak out against this kind of thing, a crime that’s so unjust
Your eyes are filled with dead men’s dirt, your mind is filled with dust
Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and your blood it must refuse to flow
For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low!
This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man
That this kind of thing still lives today in that ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan
But if all of us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we could give
We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live
