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 that 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 wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And 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 that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that 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 wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.
And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.
Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And 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 that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.
El título de esta canción está mal escrito, en realidad Leonard lo que dice es Chusaaannnn.
ResponderEliminarMe encanta, me quedo con ella esta noche.
Besos y gracias, Elvira, cerrar el ordeador pasando antes por tu casa impregna mi descanso de tu gusto por la belleza.
Besos
Jajaja, yo creo que tienes razón: está mal escrito. Besos y gracias a ti.
ResponderEliminarUf, me tocaste el corazón: mi canción favorita de Cohen. ¿Sabes que la foto de mi perfil en mi bitácora se tomó mientras sonaba esa canción? Besos.
ResponderEliminarSuzanne es una canción curiosa. A priori no me gusta demasiado, pero cuando la escucho, por algun motivo, me evoca recuerdos de hace un monton de años. Como si fuera la evocación de un tiempo de nuestra vida en que la oíamos pero no la escuchábamos... y allí se quedó, como una especie de banda sonora pasiva de esos buenos momentos.
ResponderEliminarPues estás muy guapa, Ana. Se nota que estabas muy a gusto escuchándola. Besos
ResponderEliminarLa música tiene ese poder. Junto con los olores es lo que más me evoca el pasado. Me alegro de que te traiga buenos recuerdos (aunque no te guste mucho). :-)
ResponderEliminarHola Elvira,
ResponderEliminargracias por tu comentario en mi blog...pero te cuento: aparece como "suprimido" y sin embargo lo he podido leer en mi correo...
es una de las desventajas de una plataforma gratuita, a veces no funciona del todo bien, y no se puede reclamar! :)
Pasaré a visitarte con calma, pero he coincidido en esta entrada, y es un placer; esta canción en concreto tiene mucho significado para mí, es una de mis favoritas de todos los tiempos..
Un saludo!
Hola Only:
ResponderEliminarBienvenida y me alegro de que te guste esta canción.
Pues el comentario te lo vuelvo a poner y ya está.
Saludos.