μια νύχτα τις προάλλες στ' όνειρο μου είδα έναν
παράφορο Θεό
απ΄την πόρτα να περνάει
σχεδόν την πόρτα να σπάει
πάντα εύθραυστη ιστορία ήταν το δικό μου
σπιτικό

Από τη «Φλόγα» του Leonard Cohen. Την τελευταία συλλογή από στίχους, ποιήματα και επιλογές από τα σημειωματάριά του, την οποία οργάνωσε ο ίδιος πριν από τον θάνατό του στις 7 Νοεμβρίου του 2016

Leonard Cohen – By the Rivers Dark

By the rivers dark
I wandered on.
I lived my life
In Babylon.

And I did forget
My holy song
And I had no strength
In Babylon.

By the rivers dark
Where I could not see
Who was waiting there
Who was hunting me.

And he cut my lip
And he cut my heart.
So I could not drink
From the river dark.

And he covered me,
And I saw within,
My lawless heart
And my wedding ring,

I did not know
And I could not see
Who was waiting there,
Who was hunting me.

By the rivers dark
I panicked on.
I belonged at last
To Babylon.

Then he struck my heart
With a deadly force,
And he said, This heart
It is not yours.’

And he gave the wind
My wedding ring
And he circled us
With everything.

By the rivers dark,
In a wounded dawn,
I live my life
In Babylon.

Though I take my song
From a withered limb,
Both song and tree,
They sing for him.

Be the truth unsaid
And the blessing gone,
If I forget
My Babylon.

I did not know
And I could not see
Who was waiting there,
Who was hunting me.

By the rivers dark,
Where it all goes on
By the rivers dark
In Babylon.