Leonard Cohen "A Street" testo

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A Street

I used to be your favorite drunkGood for one more laughThen we both ran out of luckLuck was all we ever hadYou put on a uniformTo fight the Civil WarYou looked so good I didn’t careWhat side you’re fighting for

It wasn’t all that easyWhen you up and walked awayBut I’ll save that little storyFor another rainy dayI know the burden’s heavyAs you wheel it through the nightSome people say it’s emptyBut that don’t mean it’s light

You left me with the dishesAnd a baby in the bathYou’re tight with the militiasYou wear their camouflageYou always said we’re equalSo let me march with youJust an extra in the sequelTo the old red white and blue

Baby don’t ignore meWe were smokers we were friendsForget that tired storyOf betrayal and revengeI see the Ghost of CultureWith numbers on his wristSalute some new conclusionWhich all of us have missed

I cried for you this morningAnd I’ll cry for you againBut I’m not in charge of sorrowSo please don’t ask me whenThere may be wine and rosesAnd magnums of champagneBut we’ll never no we’ll neverEver be that drunk again

The party’s overBut I’ve landed on my feetI’ll be standing on this cornerWhere there used to be a street

Jedna ulica

Nekad sam bio tvoj omiljeni pijanacDobar za još jednu zabavuA onda nam je oboma sreće ponestaloSreća je bila jedino što ikad imali smoTi si uniformu obuklaDa bi se u Građanskom ratu borilaTako si dobro izgledala da me nije bilo brigaNa čijoj strani si se borila

Nije baš bilo lakoKad si se pokupila i otišlaAli tu pričicu ću ostavitiza neki drugi crni danZnam da je veliko to bremekoje kotrljaš kroz noćNeki kažu da je praznoAli to ne znači da je lako

Ostavila si me sa sudimaI bebom u kadiciZnam da si bliska sa narodnom armijomNosiš njihovu maskirnu uniformuUvek si govorila da smo jednakiDakle, pusti me da marširam s tobomSamo dodatak u nizupoznatog crveno belo plavog

Dušo, nemoj me ignorisatiBili smo pušači, bili smo prijateljiZaboravi na tu dosadnu pričuo izdaji i osvetiJa vidim Duha kulturesa brojevima na ručnom zglobuPozdravlja neki novi zaključakKoji je svima nama promakao

Jutros sam za tobom plakaoI plakaću za tobom ponovoAli ja tugom ne vladamzato te molim da ne pitaš me kadaće ruže cvetatii šampanjac tećiAli mi nikada, ne, mi nikadaviše nećemo biti tako pijani

Žurka je gotovaA ja sam se dočekao na nogeStojaću na ovom ugluGde je nekad bila jedna ulica

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