Dance me to the end of love, czyli muzyczne pocztówki Leonarda Cohena

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Dance Me To The End Of Love

Dance me to your beauty

with a burning violin

Dance me through the panic

'til I'm gathered safely in

Lift me like an olive branch

and be my homeward dove

And dance me to the end of love

yeah dance me to the end of love

Traveling Light

Traveling light

It's au revoir

My once so bright, my fallen star

I'm running late, they'll close the bar

I used to play one mean guitar

I guess I'm just somebody who

Has given up on the me and you

I'm not alone, I've met a few

Traveling light like we used to do

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.

Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before

I know this room, I've walked this floor

I used to live alone before I knew you

I've seen your flag on the marble arch

Love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

There For You

When it all went down

And the pain came through

I get it now

I was there for you

Don't ask me how

I know it's true

I get it now

I was there for you

I make my plans

Like I always do

But when I look back

I was there for you

On The Level

They oughta give my heart a medal

For letting go of you

When I turned my back on the devil

Turned my back on the angel, too

Treaty

I wish there was a treaty we could sign

I do not care who takes this bloody hill

I'm angry and I'm tired all the time

I wish there was a treaty, I wish there was a treaty between your love and mine

The Stranger Song

Let's meet tomorrow if you choose

upon the shore, beneath the bridge

that they are building on some endless river

Then he leaves the platform

for the sleeping car that's warm

You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter

And it comes to you, he never was a stranger

And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.

Suzanne

Suzanne takes you down to her place near 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

Lady Midnight

I came by myself to a very crowded place;

I was looking for someone who had lines in her face.

I found her there but she was past all concern;

I asked her to hold me, I said, "Lady, unfold me,"

but she scorned me and she told me

I was dead and I could never return.