Тексты песен «Leonard Cohen»

I saw Jesus on the cross on a hill called Calvary "Do you hate mankind for what they done to you?" He said, "Talk of love not hate, things to do - it's getting late. I've so little time and I'm only passing through."...

I was walking in new york city and I brushed up against the man in front of me. I felt a cardboard placard on his back. and when we passed a streetlight, I could read it, it said "please do Ass me by - I am blind,...

I was walking in New York City and I brushed up against the man in front of me. I felt a cardboard placard on his back. And when we passed a streetlight, I could read it, it said "Please don't pass me by - I am blind,...

And who will write love songs for you when I am lord at last and your body is some little highway shrine that all my priests have passed, that all my priests have passed? My priests they will put flowers there, they...

(A Cohen Poem Set To Music) Queen Victoria, My father and all his tobacco loved you, I love you too in all your forms, the slim and lovely virgin floating among German beer, the mean governess of the huge pink maps,...

Queen Victoria, My father and all his tobacco loved you, I love you too in all your forms, the slim and lovely virgin floating among German beer, the mean governess of the huge pink maps, the solitary mourner of a...

You came to me this morning And you handled me like meat You'd have to be a man to know How good that feels, how sweet My mirror twin, my next of kin I'd know you in my sleep And who but you would take me in A thousand...

It seems so long ago, Nancy was alone, looking ate the Late Late show through a semi-precious stone. In the House of Honesty her father was on trial, in the House of Mystery there was no one at all, there was no...

It seems so long ago, Nancy was alone, looking ate the Late Late show through a semi-precious stone. In the House of Honesty her father was on trial, in the House of Mystery there was no one at all, there was no one at...

show me the place, where you want your slave to go show me the place, ive forgotten i dont know show me the place where my head is bend and low show me the place, where you want your slave to go show me the place, help...

What I'll give you since you asked is all my time together Take the rugged sunny days, the warm and rocky weather Take the roads that I have walked along Looking for tomorrow's time, peace of mind As my life spills...

What I'll give you since you asked is all my time together Take the rugged sunny days, the warm and rocky weather Take the roads that I have walked along Looking for tomorrow's time, peace of mind As my life spills...

(Let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter.) Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken, his ships they're all on fire. The moneylender's lovely little daughter ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with...

(Let's sing another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter.) Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken, his ships they're all on fire. The moneylender's lovely little daughter ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with...

O the sisters of mercy they are not Departed or gone, They were waiting for me when I thought That I just can't go on, And they brought me their comfort And later they brought me this song. O I hope you run into them...

Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on. And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song. Oh I hope you run into...

Oh the sisters of mercy, they are not departed or gone. They were waiting for me when I thought that I just can't go on. And they brought me their comfort and later they brought me this song. Oh I hope you run into...

Come over to the window, my little darling, I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy before I let you take me home. Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began to laugh and cry...

Come over to the window, my little darling, I'd like to try to read your palm. I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy before I let you take me home. Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began to laugh and...

Come over to the window, my little darling, I'd like to try to read you palm I used to think I was some kind of gypsy boy Before I let you take me home. Chorus: So long Marianne, it's time that we began to laugh and...