Tytuł: Stranger song

• Wykonawca: Leonard Cohen
• Wyświetleń: 182

  
   It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
  who said they were through with dealing
  Every time you gave them shelter
  I know that kind of man
  It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
  who is reaching for the sky just to surrender,
  who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.
  And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
  you find he did not leave you very much
  not even laughter
  Like any dealer he was watching for the card
  that is so high and wild
  he'll never need to deal another
  He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
  He was just some Joseph looking for a manger
  
  And then leaning on your window sill
  he'll say one day you caused his will
  to weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
  And then taking from his wallet
  an old schedule of trains, he'll say
  I told you when I came I was a stranger
  I told you when I came I was a stranger.
  
  But now another stranger seems
  to want you to ignore his dreams
  as though they were the burden of some other
  O you've seen that man before
  his golden arm dispatching cards
  but now it's rusted from the elbows to the finger
  And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter
  Yes he wants to trade the game he knows for shelter.
  
  Ah you hate to see another tired man
  lay down his hand
  like he was giving up the holy game of poker
  And while he talks his dreams to sleep
  you notice there's a highway
  that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder.
  It is curling just like smoke above his shoulder.
  
  You tell him to come in sit down
  but something makes you turn around
  The door is open you can't close your shelter
  You try the handle of the road
  It opens do not be afraid
  It's you my love, you who are the stranger
  It's you my love, you who are the stranger.
  
  Well, I've been waiting, I was sure
  we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for
  I think it's time to board another
  Please understand, I never had a secret chart
  to get me to the heart of this
  or any other matter
  When he talks like this
  you don't know what he's after
  When he speaks like this,
  you don't know what he's after.
  
  Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
  upon the shore, beneath the bridge
  that they are building on some endless river
  Then he leaves the platform
  for the sleeping car that's warm
  You realize, he's only advertising one more shelter
  And it comes to you, he never was a stranger
  And you say ok the bridge or someplace later.
  
  And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind ...
  
  And leaning on your window sill ...
  
  I told you when I came I was a stranger.