…Coverbo #… Cançons per Oblidar (o per Recordar-te)

Mestre Leonard Cohen, i jo dic…

Quis ser feliz quando o nao pôde ser

mas há comprensaçoes absolutórias

no sonho é no silencio da derrota.

Mestre Lenonard Cohen, i tu dius…



Suzanne takes you down to her place newer the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she’s half crazy
But that’s why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you’ve always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
when he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said ‘all men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them’
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you’ll trust him
For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes you hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
and they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For she’s touched your perfect body with her mind.

So Long, Marianne


Come over to the window, my little darling,
I’d like to try to read you palm
I used to think I was some kind of gypsy boy
Before I let you take me home.

Chorus: So long Marianne, it’s time that we began
to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again

Well, you know that I love to live with you,
But you make me forget so very much
I forget to pray for the angel
And then the angels forget to pray for us.


We met when we were almost young
Deep in the green lilac park
You held on to me like I was a crucifix
As we went kneeling through the dark.


Your letters say that you are beside me now
Then why do I feel alone?
I’m standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
Is fastening my ankle to a stone.


For now I need your hidden love
I’m cold as a new razor blade
You left when I told you I was curious
I never said that I was brave.


O you are really such a pretty one
I see you’ve gone and changed your name again
And just when I climbed this whole mountainside
To wash my eyelids in the rain.



One Response to …Coverbo #… Cançons per Oblidar (o per Recordar-te)

  1. Qkaratxa ha dit:


    Suzanne et porta abaix,
    al seu lloc vora el riu.
    Pots sentir passar els vaixells,
    pots passar el vespre amb ella
    i saps que està boja,
    però això es el motiu pel qual estàs allà,
    i ella t’ofereix te i taronges
    que han fet tot el cami des de la Xina
    i just quan tu vols dir-li
    que no tens amor per donar-li
    ella et sintonitza a la seva onda
    i deixa que el riu contesti
    que tu sempre has estat el seu amant.
    I tu vols viatjar amb ella,
    i vols viatjar ceg
    i saps que ella confiarà amb tu
    perué tu has tocat el seu cos perfecta amb la teva ment…

    Jesus va ser un mariner
    quan caminava damunt les aigües
    i va passar molt de temps observant
    des de la seva solitaria torre de fusta,
    i quan va saber segur
    que tots els homes ofegats el podien veure
    va dir: “doncs tots els homes seràn mariners
    fins que la mar els alliberi”
    Però ell mateix va ser romput
    molt abans que el cel s’obris.
    Abandonat, quasi humà,
    es va ofegar baix la seva sabiduria com una pedra,
    i tu vols viatjar amb ell,
    i vols viatjar ceg,
    i penses que potser confiis amb ell
    perqué ell ha tocat el teu cos perfecta
    amb la seva ment…

    Ara Suzanne t’agafa per la ma
    i et du al riu.
    Porta roba desgastada i adorns
    de l’ejercit de salvació
    i el sol es derrame com la mel
    damunt la nostra senyora del port
    i t’ensenya on mirar
    entre la basura i les flors.
    Hi ha herois entre les algues.
    Hi ha nens a la matinada.
    Ella cerca amor
    i ho ferà per sempre
    mentres Suzanne aguanti el mirall
    i vulguis viatjar amb ella
    i vulguis viatjar ceg
    i sàpigues que pots confiar amb ella
    perqué ella ha tocat el teu cos perfecta amb la seva ment…

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