Hallelujah. You Want It Darker
Леонард Коэн. Две его песни - "Аллилуйя" и "Ты хочешь, чтобы стало темнее".
Коэн автор музыки и слов, и это не просто "текстА", это истинная поэзия, это стихи, с рифмами, с мрачными библейскими метафорами, такие стихи на английском языке давно уже никто не пишет, там теперь считают "стихотворением" любой набор слов и букв, а то и звуков.
Я читал и другие стихи Леонарда Коэна, ставшие основой его же песен. Куда там вашему хваленому Нобелевскому-шнобелевскому лауреату Бобу Дилану! Даже рядом не лежал - как "поэт". Впрочем, сейчас не об этом.
Здесь и здесь есть русские переводы стихотворений Коэна
Hallelujah
Автор
Джефф Бакли
John Cale
Александра Брук
Pentatonix
Rufus Wainwright
You Want It Darker
Автор
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this...the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall the major lift
The baffled King composing
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
There was a time you let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.
And it's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to ya?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool ya
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
ЖЖЖЖ ЖЖЖЖЖЖЖ ЖЖЖЖ
If you are the dealer, I'm out of the game
If you are the healer, it means I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame
You want it darker
We kill the flame
Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the help that never came
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
There's a lover in the story
But the story's still the same
There's a lullaby for suffering
And a paradox to blame
But it's written in the scriptures
And it's not some idle claim
You want it darker
We kill the flame
They're lining up the prisoners
And the guards are taking aim
I struggled with some demons
They were middle class and tame
I didn't know I had permission to murder and to maim
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the love that never came
You want it darker
We kill the flame
If you are the dealer, let me out of the game
If you are the healer, I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory, mine must be the shame
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
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Коэн автор музыки и слов, и это не просто "текстА", это истинная поэзия, это стихи, с рифмами, с мрачными библейскими метафорами, такие стихи на английском языке давно уже никто не пишет, там теперь считают "стихотворением" любой набор слов и букв, а то и звуков.
Я читал и другие стихи Леонарда Коэна, ставшие основой его же песен. Куда там вашему хваленому Нобелевскому-шнобелевскому лауреату Бобу Дилану! Даже рядом не лежал - как "поэт". Впрочем, сейчас не об этом.
Здесь и здесь есть русские переводы стихотворений Коэна
Hallelujah
Автор
Click to viewДжефф Бакли
John Cale
Александра Брук
Pentatonix
Rufus Wainwright
You Want It Darker
Автор
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this...the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall the major lift
The baffled King composing
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
There was a time you let me know
What's real and going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.
And it's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to ya?
There's a blaze of light in every word
It doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool ya
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but
Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah
ЖЖЖЖ ЖЖЖЖЖЖЖ ЖЖЖЖ
If you are the dealer, I'm out of the game
If you are the healer, it means I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory then mine must be the shame
You want it darker
We kill the flame
Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the help that never came
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
There's a lover in the story
But the story's still the same
There's a lullaby for suffering
And a paradox to blame
But it's written in the scriptures
And it's not some idle claim
You want it darker
We kill the flame
They're lining up the prisoners
And the guards are taking aim
I struggled with some demons
They were middle class and tame
I didn't know I had permission to murder and to maim
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
Magnified, sanctified, be thy holy name
Vilified, crucified, in the human frame
A million candles burning for the love that never came
You want it darker
We kill the flame
If you are the dealer, let me out of the game
If you are the healer, I'm broken and lame
If thine is the glory, mine must be the shame
You want it darker
Hineni, hineni
Hineni, hineni
I'm ready, my lord
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