Archivo de la categoría: Leonard Cohen

IN MY SECRET LIFE

I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In My Secret Life.

I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong.
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth
In My Secret Life.

Hold on, hold on, my brother.
My sister, hold on tight.
I finally got my orders.
I’ll be marching through the morning,
Marching through the night,
Moving cross the borders
Of My Secret Life.

Looked through the paper.
Makes you want to cry.
Nobody cares if the people Live or die.
And the dealer wants you thinking
That it’s either black or white.
Thank God it’s not that simple
In My Secret Life.

I bite my lip.
I buy what I’m told:
From the latest hit,
To the wisdom of old.
But I’m always alone.
And my heart is like ice.
And it’s crowded and cold
In My Secret Life.

Te vi esta mañana.

Te movías tan rápido.

No parecía poder soltar mis ataduras

con el pasado.

Y te echo tanto de menos…

No hay nadie a la vista

y todavía hacemos el amor

en mi vida secreta.

Sonrío cuando estoy enojado,

hago trampas y miento.

hago lo que tengo que hacer:

pasar.

Pero sé lo que está mal

y lo que es correcto

y moriría por la verdad

en mi vida secreta.

Resiste, resiste, hermano.

Hermana, resiste con entereza.

Finalmente recibí mis órdenes:

marcharé durante la mañana,

marcharé durante la noche,

me moveré entre las fronteras

de mi vida secreta.

Echando un vistazo a los periódicos

te entran ganes de gritar:

a nadie le importa si la gente vive o muere

y el que manda quiere que pienses

que todo es blanco o negro.

Agradezco a Dios que nada sea tan sencillo

en mi vida secreta.

Me muerdo los labios

y compro lo que me dicen:

desde la última moda

a la sabiduría de los viejos.

Pero estoy siempre solo.

Y mi corazón es como hielo,

multitudinario y frío,

en mi vida secreta.

LEONARD COHEN

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LEONARD COHEN: GOING HOME (A NEW SONG)

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Poetry

Going Home

by January 23, 2012

I love to speak with Leonard

He’s a sportsman and a shepherd

He’s a lazy bastard

Living in a suit

But he does say what I tell him

Even though it isn’t welcome

He will never have the freedom

To refuse

He will speak these words of wisdom

Like a sage, a man of vision

Though he knows he’s really nothing

But the brief elaboration of a tube

Going home

Without my sorrow

Going home

Sometime tomorrow

Going home

To where it’s better

Than before

Going home

Without my burden

Going home

Behind the curtain

Going home

Without the costume

That I wore

He wants to write a love song

An anthem of forgiving

A manual for living with defeat

A cry above the suffering

A sacrifice recovering

But that isn’t what I want him to complete

I want to make him certain

That he doesn’t have a burden

That he doesn’t need a vision

That he only has permission

To do my instant bidding

That is to SAY what I have told him

To repeat

Going home

Without my sorrow

Going home

Sometime tomorrow

Going home

To where it’s better

Than before

Going home

Without my burden

Going home

Behind the curtain

Going home

Without the costume

That I wore

I love to speak with Leonard

He’s a sportsman and a shepherd

He’s a lazy bastard

Living in a suit

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SANTIAGO AUSERÓN: YOU KNOW WHO I AM de LEONARD COHEN

LEONARD COHEN: YOU KNOW WHO I AM

I cannot follow you, my love,
you cannot follow me.
I am the distance you put between
all of the moments that we will be.
You know who I am,
you’ve stared at the sun,
well I am the one who loves
changing from nothing to one.

Sometimes I need you naked,
sometimes I need you wild,
I need you to carry my children in
and I need you to kill a child.

You know who I am…

If you should ever track me down
I will surrender there
and I will leave with you one broken man
whom I will teach you to repair.

You know who I am…

I cannot follow you, my love,
you cannot follow me.
I am the distance you put between
all of the moments that we will be.

You know who I am…