Tytuł: Last year's man

• Wykonawca: Leonard Cohen
• Wyświetleń: 168

  
   The rain falls down on last year's man,
  that's a jew's harp on the table,
  that's a crayon in his hand.
  And the corners of the blueprint are ruined since they rolled
  far past the stems of thumbtacks
  that still throw shadows on the wood.
  And the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
  and all the rain falls down amen
  on the works of last year's man.
  I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark
  oh one by one she had to tell them
  that her name was Joan of Arc.
  I was in that army, yes I stayed a little while;
  I want to thank you, Joan of Arc,
  for treating me so well.
  And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight;
  all these wounded boys you lie beside,
  goodnight, my friends, goodnight.
  
  I came upon a wedding that old families had contrived;
  Bethlehem the bridegroom,
  Babylon the bride.
  Great Babylon was naked, oh she stood there trembling for me,
  and Bethlehem inflamed us both
  like the shy one at some orgy.
  And when we fell together all our flesh was like a veil
  that I had to draw aside to see
  the serpent eat its tail.
  
  Some women wait for Jesus, and some women wait for Cain
  so I hang upon my altar
  and I hoist my axe again.
  And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began
  when Jesus was the honeymoon
  and Cain was just the man.
  And we read from pleasant Bibles that are bound in blood and skin
  that the wilderness is gathering
  all its children back again.
  
  The rain falls down on last year's man,
  an hour has gone by
  and he has not moved his hand.
  But everything will happen if he only gives the word;
  the lovers will rise up
  and the mountains touch the ground.
  But the skylight is like skin for a drum I'll never mend
  and all the rain falls down amen
  on the works of last year's man.