Trotwaer. Jaargang 33

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Bob Dylan (*24 maaie 1941)
Oersetting Harmen Wind

Driuwend yn 'e wyn	Blowin' in the wind
Hoefier moat immen dochs reizge ha,	How many roads must a man walk down
foardat er in mins hite mei?	Before you call him a man?
Ja hoe lang moat in do oer de seeën flein ha,	Yes ‘n’ and how many seas must a white dove sail
ear't er sliepe kin njonken de wei?	Before she sleeps in the sand?
Hoe lang fine kûgels noch paad yn 'e de loft	Yes ‘n’ and how many times must the cannon halls fly
om te deadzjen by nacht en by dei?	Before they're forever banned?
It antwurd, myn freon, dat rûzet yn de wyn,	The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind.
it antwurd dat rûzet yn 'e wyn.	The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Hoe faak stoarret immen omheech yn 'e loft	How many times must a man look up
foardat er it himelljocht sjocht?	Before he can see the sky?
Ja en hoefolle earen moat ien minske ha	Yes ‘n’ and how many ears must one man have
ear't er heart wa't dêr roppe om rjocht?	Before he can hear people cry?
en hoefolle deaden kostet it noch	Yes ‘n’ and how many deaths will it take till he knows
ear't er wit wa't dêr stjert om 'e nocht?	That too many people have died?
It antwurd, myn freon, dat rûzet yn de wyn,	The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind.
it antwurd dat rûzet yn 'e wyn.	The answer is blowin' in the wind.
Hoefolle jier kin in berch bestean,	How many years can a mountain exist
foardat er ferkrûmelt ta sân?	Before it is washed to the sea?
Ja en hoefolle jier kinne minsken bestean	Yes ‘n’ and how many years can some people exist
as finzenen, wa brekt har bân?	Before they're allowed to be free?
Hoe kin ien de rook fan in roas ûndergean	Yes ‘n’ and how many times can a man turn his head
en net rûke de lucht fan de brân?	Pretending he just doesn't see?
It antwurd, myn freon, dat rûzet yn de wyn,	The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind.
It antwurd dat rûzet yn 'e wyn.	The answer is blowin' in the wind.

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De tiden feroarje	The times they are a-changin'
Kom by elkoar, minsken, wêr dan ek wei,	Come gather 'round people wherever you roam
en jou ta dat it wetter noch riist eltse dei,	And admit that the waters around you have grown
en wit, aansens spiele de weagen jim mei,	And accept it that you'll soon be drenched to the bone
docht de takomst jim mear as histoarje?	If your time to you is worth savin'
Begjin dan te swimmen, oars is jim ein nei,	Then you better start swimming or you'll sink like a stone
want de tiden sille feroarje.	For the times they are a-changin'
Kom, skriuwers en kritisy, kom foar it ljocht	Come writers and critics who prophecies with your pen
en skerpje de pinne foar frijheid en rjocht	And keep your eyes wide the chance won't come again
fier mei tonge en pinne it nije gefjocht,	And don't speak too soon for the wheel's still in spin
de fersmitenen roppe fiktoarje.	And there's no tellin' who that it's namin'
De dôve dy heart en de bline dy sjocht,	For the loser now will be later to win
want de tiden sille feroarje.	For the times they are a-changin'
Kom bestjoerders, politisy, hear nei de rop,	Come senators, congressmen please heed the call
gean net yn it paad stean en kear it net op,	Don't stand in the doorway don't block up the hall
want wa't wûne waard krijt no net mear de skop,	For he that gets hurt will be he who has stalled
der wurdt striden dêrbûten foar gloarje.	There is a battle outside and it is ragin'
Skielk sette se macht en geweld op 'e kop,	It'll soon shake your windows and rattle your walls
want de tiden sille feroarje.	For the times they are a-changin'
Kom memmen en heiten, oeral yn it lân	Come mothers and fathers throughout the land
en hâld jimme bern net te lang by de hân,	And don't criticize what you can't understand
jim soannen en dochters ferbrekke de bân,	Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command
âlde paden kinn' net mear bekoarje,	Your old road is rapidly agin'
mar meitsje dochs romte en brûk jim ferstân,	Please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand
want de tiden sille feroarje.	For the times they are a-changin'
De line is lutsen, it oardiel foarsein,	The line is drawn, the curse it is cast
de hurdrinner no is aanst samar te'nein,	The slow one now will later be fast
en dan sjochsto hommels: it hat him ferlein,	As the present now will later be past
moatst de muorren fan juster net skoarje.	The order is rapidly fadin'
Wat no geef is, rekket fertoarke en skeind,	And the first one now wille later be last
want de tiden sille feroarje.	For the times they are a-changin'