Bob Dylan Like a rolling stones

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5IOKhCdrII&NR=1

un peu de vocabulaire (pour la traduction):
in your prime: dans vos plus beaux jours
bum:clochard,clodo
to hang about:(=loiter) traîner
he did it for kicks:il l'a fait pour se marrer ou pour rigoler
to scrounge:réusir à se faire offrir
to scrounge money from sb:taper qq
steeple:clocher,flèche
to pawn:mettre en gage ou au mont de piété

Like A Rolling Stone (Version Originale)

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all, kidding you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get, juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live out on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you, realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
Ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
A complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Oh, you never turned around
To see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal

How does it feel
How does it feel
Hang on your own
No direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Oh, Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinking thinking that they, got it made
Exchanging all of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?