Jimi Hendrix - All Along The Watchtower [Live] [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

There must be some kinda way out of here
Said a joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Businessmen, they drink my wine
Ploughmen dig my earth
No reason to [Incomprehensible]
Nobody up it is worth
No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There's many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talking falsely now
The hour's getting late
All along the watchtower
Princess kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, yeah