VISIONS OF JOHANNA

By: Bobby Dylan
Translated by: Fadil Bajraj

Isn't it a night to get up to some mischief while you're trying to be quiet?
We're sitting here pretending not to, even though we're all doing our best to deny it.
And Louise holds a fistful of rain, urging you to challenge her
Lights stream from the basement opposite
In this room, the heating pipes dance
Country music radio station plays light music
But there is nothing, nothing to be upset about
Hall Louise and her pretty stuck lover
And these visions of Johanna that have taken over my mind

In the deserted lot where the ladies play turkey with keychains
And the girls of the night whisper about the adventures experienced on the "D" train
We can hear the night watchman turning on his hand battery
He wonders if he himself is a cracker or if the girls have been playing tricks on him
Louise, she's okay, she's right next door
It is delicate and looks like a mirror
But she makes it clear and very clear
That Johanna is not here
The specter of electricity howls at the bones of her face
Where these visions of Johanna have already taken my place

Now, this haunted chun takes himself way too seriously
He boasts of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when her name is mentioned
He tells me about the parting kiss
He, however, is an arrogant, ungrateful and evil person
Muttering chatter to the wall while I'm in the hallway
How can I explain it?
Oh, it's hard to keep up
And these visions of Johanna kept me awake until after dawn

Inside the museums, Infinity is being judged
The voices echo so the rescue would have to be later
But Mona Lisa must have heard highway blues
You can tell by the way you smile
You can see the tutku as the dumbbells
When jelly-faced women sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache saying, “Oh God
I can't find my knees"
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the mule's head
But these visions of Johanna, they make everything seem so cruel

Pramatari now talks to the countess who pretends to feel for her
Saying: "Mention to me someone who is not a parasite and I will go out and say a prayer for him"
But just like Louise always says
"You can't roll your eyes that much, can you, man?"
While she, herself, gets ready for him
And Madonna, she still hasn't appeared
We see this empty cage now as it breaks
Where her stage cape once fluttered
Batakciu, now go out on the street
And he writes that every debt has been returned
On the back of the fish truck being loaded
Until my conscience explodes
Harmonicas play skeletal keys and rain
And these visions of Johanna are now all that is left