When was the song “The Boxer” released by Matt Simons?

The song The Boxer was released in 2022, on the album “In Case You Missed It”.

Who composed the song “The Boxer” by Matt Simons?

The song “The Boxer” by Matt Simons was composed by Paul Simon.

The Boxer

Paul Simon

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest
Mhm

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 station, running scared
Laying low
Seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go
Looking for the places only they would know
Ly-la-ly
Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la
Ly-la-ly
Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Asking only workman's wages
I go looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there
Ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly

Ly-la-ly
Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la
Ly-la-ly
Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
Wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters are not bleeding me
Leading me
Going home

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him down or cut him
'Til he cried out
In his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving"
Though the fighter still remains
Still remains

Ly-la-ly
Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la
Ly-la-ly
Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly
Ly-la-ly
Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la
Ly-la-ly
Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told

Sou apenas um pobre rapaz, embora minha história raramente seja contada

I have squandered my resistance

Eu desperdicei minha resistência

For a pocketful of mumbles

Por um punhado de murmúrios

Such are promises

Tais são as promessas

All lies and jest

Todas mentiras e brincadeiras

Still, a man hears what he wants to hear

Ainda assim, um homem ouve o que quer ouvir

And disregards the rest

E ignora o resto

Mhm

When I left my home and my family

Quando deixei minha casa e minha família

I was no more than a boy

Eu não era mais que um menino

In the company of strangers

Na companhia de estranhos

In the quiet of the railway station, running scared

No silêncio da estação de trem, correndo assustado

Laying low

Me escondendo

Seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go

Procurando pelos bairros mais pobres onde as pessoas esfarrapadas vão

Looking for the places only they would know

Procurando pelos lugares que só eles conhecem

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Asking only workman's wages

Pedindo apenas salário de operário

I go looking for a job

Eu vou procurar um emprego

But I get no offers

Mas não recebo ofertas

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue

Apenas uma cantada das prostitutas na Sétima Avenida

I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome

Eu declaro, houve momentos em que eu estava tão solitário

I took some comfort there

Eu encontrei algum conforto lá

Ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes

Então estou arrumando minhas roupas de inverno

Wishing I was gone

Desejando que eu estivesse indo embora

Going home

Indo para casa

Where the New York City winters are not bleeding me

Onde os invernos de Nova York não estão me sangrando

Leading me

Me guiando

Going home

Indo para casa

In the clearing stands a boxer

Na clareira fica um boxeador

And a fighter by his trade

E um lutador por profissão

And he carries the reminders

E ele carrega as lembranças

Of every glove that laid him down or cut him

De cada luva que o derrubou ou o cortou

'Til he cried out

Até ele gritar

In his anger and his shame

Em sua raiva e sua vergonha

"I am leaving, I am leaving"

"Estou indo embora, estou indo embora"

Though the fighter still remains

Embora o lutador ainda permaneça

Still remains

Ainda permanece

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told

Solo soy un pobre chico aunque mi historia rara vez se cuenta

I have squandered my resistance

He malgastado mi resistencia

For a pocketful of mumbles

Por un bolsillo lleno de murmullos

Such are promises

Tales son las promesas

All lies and jest

Todas mentiras y bromas

Still, a man hears what he wants to hear

Aún así, un hombre escucha lo que quiere escuchar

And disregards the rest

Y desatiende el resto

Mhm

When I left my home and my family

Cuando dejé mi hogar y mi familia

I was no more than a boy

No era más que un chico

In the company of strangers

En compañía de extraños

In the quiet of the railway station, running scared

En el silencio de la estación de tren, corriendo asustado

Laying low

Manteniéndome oculto

Seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go

Buscando en los barrios más pobres donde van las personas andrajosas

Looking for the places only they would know

Buscando los lugares que solo ellos conocerían

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Asking only workman's wages

Pidiendo solo el salario de un obrero

I go looking for a job

Voy en busca de un trabajo

But I get no offers

Pero no recibo ofertas

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue

Solo una insinuación de las prostitutas en la Séptima Avenida

I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome

Declaro, hubo momentos en los que estaba tan solo

I took some comfort there

Que encontré algo de consuelo allí

Ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes

Luego estoy sacando mi ropa de invierno

Wishing I was gone

Deseando haberme ido

Going home

Volviendo a casa

Where the New York City winters are not bleeding me

Donde los inviernos de la ciudad de Nueva York no me están desangrando

Leading me

Guiándome

Going home

Volviendo a casa

In the clearing stands a boxer

En el claro se encuentra un boxeador

And a fighter by his trade

Y un luchador por su oficio

And he carries the reminders

Y lleva los recordatorios

Of every glove that laid him down or cut him

De cada guante que lo tumbó o lo cortó

'Til he cried out

Hasta que gritó

In his anger and his shame

En su ira y su vergüenza

"I am leaving, I am leaving"

"Me voy, me voy"

Though the fighter still remains

Aunque el luchador aún permanece

Still remains

Aún permanece

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told

Je ne suis qu'un pauvre garçon bien que mon histoire soit rarement racontée

I have squandered my resistance

J'ai gaspillé ma résistance

For a pocketful of mumbles

Pour une poche pleine de marmonnements

Such are promises

Telles sont les promesses

All lies and jest

Tous mensonges et plaisanteries

Still, a man hears what he wants to hear

Pourtant, un homme entend ce qu'il veut entendre

And disregards the rest

Et ignore le reste

Mhm

When I left my home and my family

Quand j'ai quitté ma maison et ma famille

I was no more than a boy

Je n'étais pas plus qu'un garçon

In the company of strangers

En compagnie d'étrangers

In the quiet of the railway station, running scared

Dans le calme de la gare, courant effrayé

Laying low

Se cachant

Seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go

Cherchant les quartiers pauvres où vont les gens en haillons

Looking for the places only they would know

Cherchant les endroits que seuls eux connaîtraient

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Asking only workman's wages

Ne demandant que le salaire d'un ouvrier

I go looking for a job

Je vais chercher un travail

But I get no offers

Mais je n'obtiens aucune offre

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue

Juste une avance des prostituées sur la Septième Avenue

I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome

Je déclare, il y a eu des moments où j'étais si solitaire

I took some comfort there

J'ai trouvé un peu de réconfort là

Ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes

Puis je prépare mes vêtements d'hiver

Wishing I was gone

Souhaitant être parti

Going home

Rentrer à la maison

Where the New York City winters are not bleeding me

Où les hivers de New York City ne me saignent pas

Leading me

Me guidant

Going home

Rentrer à la maison

In the clearing stands a boxer

Dans la clairière se tient un boxeur

And a fighter by his trade

Et un combattant de métier

And he carries the reminders

Et il porte les rappels

Of every glove that laid him down or cut him

De chaque gant qui l'a mis à terre ou l'a coupé

'Til he cried out

Jusqu'à ce qu'il crie

In his anger and his shame

Dans sa colère et sa honte

"I am leaving, I am leaving"

"Je pars, je pars"

Though the fighter still remains

Bien que le combattant reste encore

Still remains

Reste encore

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told

Ich bin nur ein armer Junge, obwohl meine Geschichte selten erzählt wird

I have squandered my resistance

Ich habe meinen Widerstand verschwendet

For a pocketful of mumbles

Für eine Tasche voller Murmeln

Such are promises

So sind Versprechen

All lies and jest

Alles Lügen und Scherze

Still, a man hears what he wants to hear

Trotzdem hört ein Mann, was er hören will

And disregards the rest

Und ignoriert den Rest

Mhm

When I left my home and my family

Als ich mein Zuhause und meine Familie verließ

I was no more than a boy

War ich nicht mehr als ein Junge

In the company of strangers

In der Gesellschaft von Fremden

In the quiet of the railway station, running scared

In der Stille des Bahnhofs, verängstigt rennend

Laying low

Mich versteckend

Seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go

Suchend nach den ärmeren Vierteln, wo die zerlumpten Leute hingehen

Looking for the places only they would know

Suchend nach den Orten, die nur sie kennen würden

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Asking only workman's wages

Ich frage nur nach Arbeiterlöhnen

I go looking for a job

Ich suche nach einem Job

But I get no offers

Aber ich bekomme keine Angebote

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue

Nur eine Anmache von den Huren auf der Seventh Avenue

I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome

Ich muss zugeben, es gab Zeiten, da war ich so einsam

I took some comfort there

Ich fand dort etwas Trost

Ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes

Dann lege ich meine Winterkleidung aus

Wishing I was gone

Wünschte, ich wäre weg

Going home

Nach Hause gehen

Where the New York City winters are not bleeding me

Wo die New Yorker Winter mich nicht ausbluten

Leading me

Mich führen

Going home

Nach Hause gehen

In the clearing stands a boxer

In der Lichtung steht ein Boxer

And a fighter by his trade

Und ein Kämpfer von Beruf

And he carries the reminders

Und er trägt die Erinnerungen

Of every glove that laid him down or cut him

An jeden Handschuh, der ihn niedergeschlagen oder geschnitten hat

'Til he cried out

Bis er schrie

In his anger and his shame

In seiner Wut und seiner Scham

"I am leaving, I am leaving"

„Ich gehe, ich gehe“

Though the fighter still remains

Obwohl der Kämpfer immer noch bleibt

Still remains

Immer noch bleibt

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told

Sono solo un povero ragazzo anche se la mia storia è raramente raccontata

I have squandered my resistance

Ho sperperato la mia resistenza

For a pocketful of mumbles

Per una tasca piena di mormorii

Such are promises

Queste sono promesse

All lies and jest

Tutte bugie e scherzi

Still, a man hears what he wants to hear

Eppure, un uomo sente quello che vuole sentire

And disregards the rest

E ignora il resto

Mhm

When I left my home and my family

Quando ho lasciato la mia casa e la mia famiglia

I was no more than a boy

Non ero più di un ragazzo

In the company of strangers

In compagnia di estranei

In the quiet of the railway station, running scared

Nel silenzio della stazione ferroviaria, spaventato

Laying low

Nascosto

Seeking out the poorer quarters where the ragged people go

Cercando i quartieri più poveri dove vanno le persone stracciate

Looking for the places only they would know

Cercando i posti che solo loro conoscono

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Asking only workman's wages

Chiedendo solo il salario di un operaio

I go looking for a job

Vado a cercare un lavoro

But I get no offers

Ma non ricevo offerte

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue

Solo un invito dalle prostitute sulla Settima Avenue

I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome

Dichiaro, ci sono stati momenti in cui ero così solo

I took some comfort there

Ho trovato un po' di conforto lì

Ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly-ly

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes

Poi sto preparando i miei vestiti invernali

Wishing I was gone

Desiderando di essere andato

Going home

Tornando a casa

Where the New York City winters are not bleeding me

Dove gli inverni di New York City non mi stanno sanguinando

Leading me

Guidandomi

Going home

Tornando a casa

In the clearing stands a boxer

Nella radura si erge un pugile

And a fighter by his trade

E un combattente di mestiere

And he carries the reminders

E porta con sé i ricordi

Of every glove that laid him down or cut him

Di ogni guanto che lo ha abbattuto o tagliato

'Til he cried out

Finché non ha gridato

In his anger and his shame

Nella sua rabbia e vergogna

"I am leaving, I am leaving"

"Me ne vado, me ne vado"

Though the fighter still remains

Anche se il combattente rimane ancora

Still remains

Rimane ancora

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la

Ly-la-ly

Ly-la-ly-la-ly-la, la-la-ly-la-ly

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