leonard cohen

"Eu não te posso seguir, meu amor.
Tu não me podes seguir.
Eu sou a distância que pões entre...
todos os momentos que seremos.
Tu sabes quem eu sou.
Tu olhaste o sol de frente.
Eu sou aquele que o amor
transforma de nada em um.
Às vezes preciso de ti nua.
Às vezes preciso de ti louca.
Preciso-te para trazer os meus filhos dentro de ti.
Preciso-te para matar um criança.
Se alguma vez me perseguires,~
render-me-ei logo ali.
E deixar-te-ei um homem destroçado
que te ensinarei a reparar.
Eu não te posso seguir, meu amor.
Tu não me podes seguir.
Eu sou a distância que pões entre
todos os momentos que seremos."

leonard cohen

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now just to see if you're better
New York is cold, but I like where I'm living
There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening.
I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert
You're living for nothing now, I hope you're keeping some kind of record.
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You'd been to the station to meet every train
And you came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody's wife.
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake
She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Well your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear

leonard cohen

Ontem fui ver a exposição "Bohemia- Vida e Morte no Chelsea Hotel" de Rita Barros e lembrei-me desta canção

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend