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LEONARD COHEN – 80

The birds they sang
At the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don’t dwell on what
Has passed away
Or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
Be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
Bought and sold
And bought again
The dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
The signs were sent
The birth betrayed
The marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
Of every government
Signs for all to see.

I can’t run no more
With that lawless crowd
While the killers in high places
Say their prayers out loud.
But they’ve summoned, they’ve summoned up
A thundercloud
And they’re going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring

You can add up the parts
But you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march,
There is no drum
Every heart, every heart
To love will come
But like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.
That’s how the light gets in.

  • Ehehei

    Cu porumbita pacii, care zboara fara pasaport, ne-am cam fript altadata. Rachetele sovietice in Est, pacifistii manevrati de Moscova, in Vest.

  • fumurescu

    There is a crack in everything, that;s how the light gets in. Multumesc! N-o stiam.

  • Cristi

    “There is a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in” mi se pare si mie, nespecialist in ale scrisului, superb. In plus, ca matematician ce ma aflu, are o semnificatie deosebita.

  • neamtu tiganu

    Il inteleg pa baiatu asta, si pa mine ma enerveaza ingrozitor “The birds they sang At the break of day”, unele sunt mai rele ca cel mai galagios destaptator, de mult vreau sa-mi cumpar pusca.
    De fapt singurul avantaj a toamnei gri, de plumb cum zice poetul, e ca pasaricile cinta mai tirziu cind eu sunt deja pa cimpiile muncii.

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