Master of wars

3.MASTERS OF WAR 2.THE FREEWHEELIN' BOB DYLAN (maig 1963)lam (C)Come you masters of war

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(Capo 2)



[Verse 1]


Am G Am G

Come you masters of war


Am G Am G

You that build the big guns


Am G Am G

You that build the death planes


Am G Am G

You that build all the bombs


Am G Am G

You that hide behind walls


Am G Am G

You that hide behind desks


Am G Bm Em

I just want you to know I can see through your


Am G Am G

masks


(Repeat for following verses)



[Verse 2]


You that never have done nothin' but build to destroy

You play with my world like it's your little toy

You put a gun in my hand then you hide from my eyes

Then you turn and run farther when the fast bullets fly



[Verse 3]


Like Judas of old you lie and deceive

A world war can be won, you want me to believe

But I see through your eyes and I see through your brain

Like I see through the water that runs down my drain



[Verse 4]


You that fasten all the triggers for the others to fire

Then you sit back and watch while the death count gets higher

You hide in your mansions while the young people's blood

Flows out of their bodies and gets buried in the mud


[Verse 5]


You've thrown the worst fear that can ever be hurled

Fear to bring children into the world

For threatening my baby, unborn and unnamed

You ain't worth the blood that runs in your veins



[Verse 6]


How much do I know to talk out of turn

You might say that I'm young, you might say I'm unlearned

But there's one thing I know, though I'm younger than you

Even Jesus would never forgive what you do



[Verse 7]


Let me ask you one question: is your money that good?

Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could?

I think you will find when your death takes its toll

All the money you made won't ever buy back your soul



[Verse 8]


And I hope that you die and your death will come soon

I'll follow your casket through the pale afternoon

And I'll watch while you're lowered into your death-bed

Then I'll stand over your grave till I'm sure that you're

Dead


Veniu senyors de la guerra

els que fabriqueu armes

i els avions de la mort

els que fabriqueu bombes,

i no doneu la cara

amagats al despatx

només vull que sabeu

que ja us he vist la màscara.

No heu fet res a la vida

tan sols destruir,

jugueu amb el meu món

com amb un joguet més

em feu amo d'una arma

feu la volta i correu

just desapareixeu

quan volen les bales.

Com Judes el vell

mentiu i enganyeu,

una guerra mundial

ningú la pot guanyar mai,

veig en els vostres ulls

i en els vostres cervells

com entre l'aigua bruta

que embruta el carrer,

Poseu bé els gallets

perquè els altres disparin

aneu lluny i observeu

mentre els morts van creixent,

sou als vostres palaus

mentre la sang dels joves

s ́escapa dels seus cossos

i s ́enfonsa en el fang.

Heu dut la pitjor por

que es pugui imaginar

heu volgut dur la por

a portar fills al món

per amenaçar el fill

que no és nat ni té nom

no mereixeu la sang

que us corre pel cos.

Què més em cal saber

per poder opinar,

em dieu que sóc jove

i que sóc ignorant,

però una cosa sí sé

tot i ser un inexpert,

ni Jesús no podria

perdonar-vos mai.

Deixeu-me preguntar-vos

tan bons són els calés,

us compren el perdó

de veritat ho creieu,

quan sigui el moment

sé que us n'adonareu,

tots els vostres diners

no us serviran de res.

Espero que us moriu

que així sigui aviat,

aniré rere ́el bagul

en la pàl·lida tarda,

estaré vigilant

que us posin al forat

trepitjaré la tomba

fins saber-vos ben morts.