quinta-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2010

leonard cohen

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 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 wavelengthAnd she lets the river answerThat you've always been her lover.And you want to travel with her,And you want to travel blind,And you know she will trust you,For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.Now Jesus was a sailor, when he walked opon the waterAnd he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower.And when he knew for certain, only drownding men could see him,He said: "All men shall be sailors then, until the sea shall free them."But he himself was brokenLong before the skys would open,Foresaken, almost human,He sank beneath your wisdom, like a stoneAnd you want to travel with himAnd you want to travel blindAnd you think maybe you'll trust himFor he's touched your perfect body with his mind.Now Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river.She's wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters.And the sun pours down like honey on our Lady of the Harbor.And she shows you where to look, among the garbage and the flowers.There are heros in the seaweed,There are children in the morning,They are leaning out for love,They will lean that way forever,While Suzanne holds the mirror.And you want to travel with her,And you want to travel blind,And you know you can trust herFor she's touched your perfect body with her mind
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