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Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a Song for me,
I am not sleepy and it give no place, I too go.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a Song for me,
In the Jingle jangle mornings come I, you following.
Although I know that realm decreased/went back evenings in sand,
Disappeared of my hand,
Left I to to stand blindly here however not yet sleeping.
Mine weariness surprises me, I burned on my feet,
I do not have to meet to
And the old empty road too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a Song for me,
I am not sleepy and it give no place, I too go.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a Song for me,
In the Jingle jangle mornings come I, you following.
Take me on a journey after your magic whirling ship,
My directions are, my hands can not believe, over to seize stripped,
My toes, which are too deaf to the step, wait only for my loading heels
Wall ring.
I am ready to go everywhere I am ready too fade
Into my own parade you throw its dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a Song for me,
I am not sleepy and it give no place, I too go.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a Song for me,
In the Jingle jangle mornings come I, you following.
Although you could hear the laughter, spiders, furiously swinging over the sun,
Their not nobody, it is desired straight escaping on the run
And however for the sky there is no fence confronting.
And if you hear vague traces of the jumping over tape reels of the Reims
To their tambourine in the time, he is a jagged after clown straight,
I would pay it no understanding, am it a straight shade, which is you
See that he hunts.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a Song for me,
I am not sleepy and it give no place, I too go.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a Song for me,
In the Jingle jangle mornings come I, you following.
Take me then disappear by the smoke rings of my understanding,
Down leaves the smoke ruins of the time, far behind frozen,
The frequented, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far of the rotated range the moved ensures.
Under the diamond sky with a hand dance, which moves freely wavelike,
Silhouettedt by the sea, encircled by the Circus sand,
If to all memory and fate deeply under the waves drove,
Let me until tomorrow approximately today forget.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a Song for me,
I am not sleepy and it give no place, I too go.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine man, play a Song for me,
In the Jingle jangle mornings come I, you following.