| Song | Ain't Talkin' |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | Ice Palace St. Petersburg, Russia June 3, 2008 [Bootleg] |
| 作词 : Dylan | |
| As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden | |
| The wounded flowers were dangling from the vines | |
| I was passing by yon cool and crystal fountain | |
| Someone hit me from behind | |
| Ain't talkin', just walkin' | |
| Through this weary world of woe | |
| Heart burnin', still yearnin' | |
| No one on earth would ever know | |
| They say prayer has the power to help | |
| So pray from the mother | |
| In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell | |
| I'm trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others | |
| But oh, mother, things ain't going well | |
| Ain't talkin', just walkin' | |
| I'll burn that bridge before you can cross | |
| Heart burnin', still yearnin' | |
| They'll be no mercy for you once you've lost | |
| Now I'm all worn down by weepin' | |
| My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry | |
| If I catch my opponents ever sleepin' | |
| I'll just slaughter them where they lie | |
| Ain't talkin', just walkin' | |
| Through the world mysterious and vague | |
| Heart burnin', still yearnin' | |
| Walking through the cities of the plague | |
| The whole world is filled with speculation | |
| The whole wide world which people say is round | |
| They will tear your mind away from contemplation | |
| They will jump on your misfortune when you're down | |
| Ain't talkin', just walkin' | |
| Eatin' hog-eyed grease in hog-eyed town | |
| Heart burnin' – still yearnin' | |
| Someday you'll be glad to have me around | |
| They will crush you with wealth and power | |
| Every waking moment you could crack | |
| I'll make the most of one last extra hour | |
| I'll avenge my father's death then I'll step back | |
| Ain't talkin', just walkin' | |
| Hand me down my walkin' cane | |
| Heart burnin', still yearnin' | |
| Got to get you out of my miserable brain | |
| All my loyal and much-loved companions | |
| They approve of me and share my code | |
| I practice a faith that's been long abandoned | |
| Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road | |
| Ain't talkin', just walkin' | |
| My mule is sick, my horse is blind | |
| Heart burnin', still yearnin' | |
| Thinkin' ‘bout that gal I left behind | |
| It's bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying | |
| Fame and honor never seem to fade | |
| The fire's gone out but the light is never dying | |
| Who says I can't get heavenly aid? | |
| Ain't talkin', just walkin' | |
| Carrying a dead man's shield | |
| Heart burnin', still yearnin' | |
| Walkin' with a toothache in my heel | |
| The suffering is unending | |
| Every nook and cranny has it's tears | |
| I'm not playing, I'm not pretending | |
| I'm not nursing any superfluous fears | |
| Ain't talkin', just walkin' | |
| Walkin' ever since the other night | |
| Heart burnin', still yearnin' | |
| Walkin' ‘til I'm clean out of sight | |
| As I walked out in the mystic garden | |
| On a hot summer day, hot summer lawn | |
| Excuse me, ma'am I beg your pardon | |
| There's no one here, the gardener is gone | |
| Ain't talkin', just walkin' | |
| Up the road around the bend | |
| Heart burnin', still yearnin' | |
| In the last outback, at the world's end |
| zuò cí : Dylan | |
| As I walked out tonight in the mystic garden | |
| The wounded flowers were dangling from the vines | |
| I was passing by yon cool and crystal fountain | |
| Someone hit me from behind | |
| Ain' t talkin', just walkin' | |
| Through this weary world of woe | |
| Heart burnin', still yearnin' | |
| No one on earth would ever know | |
| They say prayer has the power to help | |
| So pray from the mother | |
| In the human heart an evil spirit can dwell | |
| I' m trying to love my neighbor and do good unto others | |
| But oh, mother, things ain' t going well | |
| Ain' t talkin', just walkin' | |
| I' ll burn that bridge before you can cross | |
| Heart burnin', still yearnin' | |
| They' ll be no mercy for you once you' ve lost | |
| Now I' m all worn down by weepin' | |
| My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry | |
| If I catch my opponents ever sleepin' | |
| I' ll just slaughter them where they lie | |
| Ain' t talkin', just walkin' | |
| Through the world mysterious and vague | |
| Heart burnin', still yearnin' | |
| Walking through the cities of the plague | |
| The whole world is filled with speculation | |
| The whole wide world which people say is round | |
| They will tear your mind away from contemplation | |
| They will jump on your misfortune when you' re down | |
| Ain' t talkin', just walkin' | |
| Eatin' hogeyed grease in hogeyed town | |
| Heart burnin' still yearnin' | |
| Someday you' ll be glad to have me around | |
| They will crush you with wealth and power | |
| Every waking moment you could crack | |
| I' ll make the most of one last extra hour | |
| I' ll avenge my father' s death then I' ll step back | |
| Ain' t talkin', just walkin' | |
| Hand me down my walkin' cane | |
| Heart burnin', still yearnin' | |
| Got to get you out of my miserable brain | |
| All my loyal and muchloved companions | |
| They approve of me and share my code | |
| I practice a faith that' s been long abandoned | |
| Ain' t no altars on this long and lonesome road | |
| Ain' t talkin', just walkin' | |
| My mule is sick, my horse is blind | |
| Heart burnin', still yearnin' | |
| Thinkin' ' bout that gal I left behind | |
| It' s bright in the heavens and the wheels are flying | |
| Fame and honor never seem to fade | |
| The fire' s gone out but the light is never dying | |
| Who says I can' t get heavenly aid? | |
| Ain' t talkin', just walkin' | |
| Carrying a dead man' s shield | |
| Heart burnin', still yearnin' | |
| Walkin' with a toothache in my heel | |
| The suffering is unending | |
| Every nook and cranny has it' s tears | |
| I' m not playing, I' m not pretending | |
| I' m not nursing any superfluous fears | |
| Ain' t talkin', just walkin' | |
| Walkin' ever since the other night | |
| Heart burnin', still yearnin' | |
| Walkin' ' til I' m clean out of sight | |
| As I walked out in the mystic garden | |
| On a hot summer day, hot summer lawn | |
| Excuse me, ma' am I beg your pardon | |
| There' s no one here, the gardener is gone | |
| Ain' t talkin', just walkin' | |
| Up the road around the bend | |
| Heart burnin', still yearnin' | |
| In the last outback, at the world' s end |