Like a bird on the wire

Leonard Cohen

Like a bird on the wire

Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee

If I, if I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you

Like a baby, stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee

I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"

Oh like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free

Waiting for the miracle

Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away
There were lots of invitations
And I know you sent me some
But I was waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come
I know you really loved me
But, you see, my hands were tied
And I know it must have hurt you,
It must have hurt your pride
To have to stand beneath my window
With your bugle and your drum
And me I'm up there waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come
Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here
There ain't no entertainment
And the judgments are severe
The Maestro says it's Mozart
But it sounds like bubble gum
When you're waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come
Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do
I haven't been this happy
Since the end of World War II
Nothing left to do
When you know that you've been taken
Nothing left to do
When you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
When you've got to go on waiting
Waiting for the miracle to come
I dreamed about you, baby
It was just the other night
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light
The sands of time were falling
From your fingers and your thumb
And you were waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come
Ah baby, let's get married
We've been alone too long
Let's be alone together
Let's see if we're that strong
Yeah let's do something crazy,
Something absolutely wrong
While we're waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come
Nothing left to do
When you know that you've been taken
Nothing left to do
When you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
When you've got to go on waiting
Waiting for the miracle to come
When you've fallen on the highway
And you're lying in the rain,
And they ask you how you're doing
Of course you'll say you can't complain
If you're squeezed for information,
That's when you've got to play it dumb
You just say you're out there waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come

Compositori: Leonard Cohen / Sharon Robinson

Celebration

Leonard Cohen

Inginocchiati, amore, mille metri sotto di me,
che a malapena possa vederti la bocca e le mani
che celebrano il rito,

Eros mi scuote

In queste sere

Quando ti inginocchi sotto di me
e nelle tue mani
tieni la mia virilità come uno scettro,
 
Quando avvolgi la lingua
sul gioiello d’ambra
e solleciti la mia benedizione,
Capisco quelle ragazze romane
che danzavano attorno a una verga di pietra
e la baciavano finchè la pietra non era calda.
 
Inginocchiati, amore, mille metri sotto di me,
che a malapena possa vederti la bocca e le mani
che celebrano il rito,
 
Inginocchiati finchè non mi rovescio sulle tue spalle
con un rantolo, come quegli dei sul tetto
che Sansone fece crollare.
 
Leonard Cohen

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Celebrazione

Leonard Cohen

Inginocchiati, amore, mille metri sotto di me,
che a malapena possa vederti la bocca e le mani
che celebrano il rito,

Celebrazione

Quando ti inginocchi sotto di me
e nelle tue mani
tieni la mia virilità come uno scettro,

Quando avvolgi la lingua
sul gioiello d’ambra
e solleciti la mia benedizione,
Capisco quelle ragazze romane
che danzavano attorno a una verga di pietra 
e la baciavano finchè la pietra non era calda.

Inginocchiati, amore, mille metri sotto di me, 
che a malapena possa vederti la bocca e le mani
che celebrano il rito,

Inginocchiati finchè non mi rovescio sulle tue spalle
con un rantolo, come quegli dei sul tetto
che Sansone fece crollare.

Leonard Cohen