Текст (слова) песни: Leonard Cohen - The Night Comes On
I went down to the place Where I knew she lay waiting Under the marble and the snow I said, Mother I`m frightened The thunder and the lightning I`ll never come through this alone She said, I`ll be with you My shawl wrapped around you My hand on your head when you go And the night came on It was very calm I wanted the night to go on and on But she said, Go back to the World We were fighting in Egypt When they signed this agreement That nobody else had to die There was this terrible sound And my father went down With a terrible wound in his side He said, Try to go on Take my books, take my gun Remember, my son, how they lied And the night comes on It`s very calm I`d like to pretend that my father was wrong But you don`t want to lie, not to the young
We were locked in this kitchen I took to religion And I wondered how long she would stay I needed so much To have nothing to touch I`ve always been greedy that way But my son and my daughter Climbed out of the water Crying, Papa, you promised to play And they lead me away To the great surprise It`s Papa, don`t peek, Papa, cover your eyes And they hide, they hide in the World
Now I look for her always I`m lost in this calling I`m tied to the threads of some prayer Saying, When will she summon me When will she come to me What must I do to prepare When she bends to my longing Like a willow, like a fountain She stands in the luminous air And the night comes on And it`s very calm I lie in her arms and says, When I`m gone I`ll be yours, yours for a song
Now the crickets are singing The vesper bells ringing The cat`s curled asleep in his chair I`ll go down to Bill`s Bar I can make it that far And I`ll see if my friends are still there Yes, and here`s to the few Who forgive what you do And the fewer who don`t even care And the night comes on It`s very calm I want to cross over, I want to go home But she says, Go back, go back to the World
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