Here it is
de Leonard Cohen(2005)
2 min lectură
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Here is your crown
And your seal and rings;
And here is your love
For all things.
Here is your cart,
And your cardboard and piss;
And here is your love
For all of this.
May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, goodbye.
Here is your wine,
And your drunken fall;
And here is your love.
Your love for it all.
Here is your sickness.
Your bed and your pan;
And here is your love
For the woman, the man.
(May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And, my love, goodbye.)
And here is the night,
The night has begun;
And here is your death
In the heart of your son.
And here is the dawn,
(until death do us part);
And here is your death,
In your daughter’s heart.
(May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And, my love, goodbye.)
And here you are hurried,
And here you are gone;
And here is the love,
That it’s all built upon.
Here is your cross,
Your nails and your hill;
And here is your love,
That lists where it will
(May everyone live,
And may everyone die.
Hello, my love,
And my love, goodbye.)