Once upon a time you dressed so fine Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People called said, Beware doll, you're bound to fall? But you thought they were all just kidding you You used to laugh about everybody that was hanging out And now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging for your next meal How does it feel? How does it feel? To be on your own, with no direction home Like a complete unknown, just like a rolling stone Oh, you never turned around to see the frowns On the jugglers and the clowns when they did their tricks for you You never understood it ain't no good Shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you, oh You used to ride on a chrome horse with a diplomat Carried on his shoulder, siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discovered that he really wasn't where it's at After he took from you everything he could steal How does it feel? How does it feel? To be on your own, with no direction home Like a complete unknown, just like a rolling stone Princess on the steeple, all the pretty people Drinking, thinking that they've got it made Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things Better lift your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe You used to be so amused Napoleon in rags and the language that he used Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse When you ain't got nothing, you got nothing to loose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal How does it feel? How does it feel? To be on your own and no direction home Like a complete unknown, just like a rolling stone Just like a rolling stone (Oh, how does it feel?) Just like a rolling stone (Oh, how does it feel?) How does it feel? (Oh, how does it feel?) Rolling stone (Oh, how does it feel?) How does it feel? (Oh, how does it feel?) How does it feel? (Oh, how does it feel?) (Oh, how does it feel?) (Oh, how does it feel?)

Once upon a time you dressed so fine Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People call, say, "Beware doll you're bound to fall" You thought they were all kiddin' you You used to laugh about everybody that was hangin' out Now you don't talk so loud Now you don't seem so proud About having to be scrounging your next meal How does it feel? How does it feel? To be without a home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone You've gone to the finest school, all right Miss Lonely But you know you only used to get juiced in it Nobody's ever taught you how to live out on the street And now you're gonna have to get used to it You said you'd never compromise with the mystery tramp But now you realize, he's not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say, "Do you want to make a deal?" How does it feel? How does it feel? To be on your own With no direction home A complete unknown Like a rolling stone You never turned around to see the frowns On the jugglers and the clowns when they all did tricks for you Never understood that it ain't no good You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat Ain't it hard when you discover that he really wasn't where it's at? After he took from you everything he could steal How does it feel? How does it feel? To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people They're all drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made Exchanging all precious gifts But you better take your diamond ring, you better pawn it babe You used to be so amused at Napoleon in rags And the language that he used, go to him now he calls you You can't refuse, when you got nothing, you got nothing to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal How does it feel? How does it feel? To be on your own With no direction home Like a complete unknown Like a rolling stone

Кто здесь самый главный анархист? Кто здесь самый хитрый шпиён? Кто здесь самый лютый судья? Кто здесь самый удалой господь? Неба синь да земли конура Тебя бензин да меня дыра Пока не поздно—пошёл с ума прочь Пока не поздно—из крысы прямо в ангелы На картинке-красная морковь Поезд крикнул—дёрнулась бровь Лишь калитка по-прежнему настежь Лишь поначалу слегка будет больно Неба синь да земли конура Тебя магазин да меня дыра Пока не поздно—пошёл с ума прочь Пока не поздно—из крысы прямо в ангелы Бери шинель—пошли домой Бери шинель—пошли домой Бери шинель—пошли домой Бери шинель—айда по домам! Неба синь да земли конура Тебя магазин да меня дыра Пока не поздно—пошёл с ума на хуй! Пока не поздно—из крысы прямо в ангелы Шасть! Like a rolling stone.