Sin orden ni concierto

  Versión de Leonard Cohen del tema La Complainte du partisan (El Lamento del partisano) escrita por Emmanuel d'Astier de la Vigerie  en 1943 y música de Anna Marly.  ​  Letra When they poured across the border I was cautioned to surrender This I could not do I took my gun and vanished. I have changed my name so often I've lost my wife and children But I have many friends And some of them are with me An old woman gave us shelter Kept us hidden in the garret Then the soldiers came She died without a whisper There were three of us this morning I'm the only one this evening But I must go on The frontiers are my prison Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing Through the graves the wind is blowing Freedom soon will come Then we'll come from the shadows Les Allemands étaient chez moi Ils me dirent, "résigne toi" Mais je n'ai pas peur J'ai repris mon âme J'ai changé cent fois de nom J'ai perdu femme et enfants Mais j'ai tant d'amis J'ai la Franc...

  Canción del canadiense Leonard Cohen  de su álbum  Songs of Love and Hate  de 1971. Letra I stepped into an avalanche, it covered up my soul; when I am not this hunchback that you see, I sleep beneath the golden hill. You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn to serve me well. You strike my side by accident as you go down for your gold. The cripple here that you clothe and feed is neither starved nor cold; he does not ask for your company, not at the centre of the world. When I am on this pedestal, you did not raise me there. Your laws do not compel me to kneel grotesque and bare. I myself am the pedestal for this ugly hump at which you stare. stare, stare You who wish to conquer pain, you must learn what makes me kind; the crumbs of love that you offer me, they're the crumbs I've left behind. Your pain is no credential here, it's just the shadow of my wound. I have begun to long for you, I who have no need I have begun to wait for you, I who have no need. You s...

  Tema de Neil Young de 1984 Letra I got to bet that your old man Became fascinated with his own plans Turned you loose, your mama too There wasn't a thing that you could do I got faith in you, it's a razor love That cuts clean through I got faith in you, it's a razor love That cuts clean through You really make my day With the little things you say Looking through the window at a silhouette Trying to find something I can't find yet Imagination is my best friend Gotta look out for the greedy hand, greedy hand Make a living like a rolling stone On the road there's no place like home Silhouettes on the window Who was it made your eyes flicker like that Tell me, babe, how'd you get the knack? You came to me with open arms And I really took you down the track And all I got for you is the kind of love That cuts clean through All I got for you is razor love That cuts clean through You really make my day With the little things you say I'm looking through the window...

  Canción  folk de Neil Young de 1972. Letra Think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up Take it down to L.A. Find a place to call my own and try to fix up Start a brand new day The woman I'm thinking of, she loved me all up But I'm so down today She's so fine, she's in my mind I hear her callin' See the lonely boy, out on the weekend Trying to make it pay Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and Can't begin to say She got pictures on the wall, they make me look up From her big brass bed Now I'm running down the road trying to stay up Somewhere in her head The woman I'm thinking of, she loved me all up But I'm so down today She's so fine, she's in my mind I hear her callin' See the lonely boy, out on the weekend Trying to make it pay Can't relate to joy, he tries to speak and Can't begin to say, oh

  Canción del canadiense Leonard Cohen, de 1971 Letra It's four in the morning, the end of December I'm writing you now just to see if you're better New York is cold, but I like where I'm living There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening I hear that you're building your little house deep in the desert You're living for nothing now. I hope you're keeping some kind of record Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair She said that you gave it to her That night that you planned to go clear Did you ever go clear? Oh, the last time we saw you you looked so much older Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder You'd been to the station to meet every train But then you came home without Lili Marlene And you treated my woman to a flake of your life And when she came back she was nobody's wife I see you there with the rose in your teeth One more thin gypsy thief Well I see Jane's awake She sends her regard And what can I tell ...

  Canción escrita por el Leonard Cohen en 1967. Letra Come over to the window, my little darling I'd like to try to read your palm I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy Before I let you take me home Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again Well you know that I love to live with you But you make me forget so very much I forget to pray for the angels And then the angels forget to pray for us Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again We met when we were almost young Deep in the green lilac park You held on to me like I was a crucifix As we went kneeling through the dark Oh so long, Marianne, it's time that we began To laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again Your letters they all say that you're beside me now Then why do I feel alone? I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web Is fastening my ankle to a stone Now so long, Mar...