Текст песни: The Boxer + перевод

I am just a poor boy

Though my story seldom told

I squandered my resistance

For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises

All lies and jests

Still a man hears

What he wants to hear

And disregards the rest

When I left my home and my family

I was no more than a boy

In the company of strangers

In the quiet of the railway stations running scared

Laying low seeking out the poor quarters

Where the ragged people go

Looking for the places

Only they would know

Asking only workman’s wages

I come looking for a job

But I get no offers

Just a come on

From the whores of seventh avenue

I do declare there were times

That I was so lonesome

I took some comfort there

Then I’m laying down my winter clothes

And wishing I was gone going home

Where the New York City winters

Are bleeding me, bleeding me going home

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade

And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down

And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame

I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter sill remains

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