Bird On the Wire - Leonard Cohen

Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a fish on a hook Like a knight from an old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons with thee And if I have been unkind I hope that you will just let it go by And if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you Like a baby stillborn Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me But I swear by this song By all I have done wrong I'll make it all up to you I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch He called out to me "Don't ask for so much" And a young man leaning on his darkened door He cried out to me "Hey, why not ask for more" Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free

Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in some old midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a worm on a hook Like a knight bent down in some old fashioned book It was the shape of our love, twisted me If I have been unkind If I have been unkind I hope you can find a way to let it all go right on by If I have been untrue If I have been untrue It was just that I thought a lover had to be some kind of liar too Like a little baby, stillborn Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me But I'll swear by this song I swear by all that I have done wrong I will, I will I will make it all up to thee I don't cry Don't cry, don't cry Don't cry no more It's over now, don't cry no more I said don't cry Don't cry, don't cry Don't cry no more It's over, it's finished, it's done now, completely It's been paid for Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in an old midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free

Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a worm on a hook Like a knight from some old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee If I, if I have been unkind I hope that you can just let it go by If I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you Like a baby, stillborn Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me But I swear by this song And by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch He said to me, "you must not ask for so much" And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door She cried to me, "hey, why not ask for more?" Oh, like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free

Like a bird on a wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a fish on a hook Like a knight from an old fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee If I have been unkind, mm-hmm I hope that you could just let it go by (Ooh, let it all go by, baby) And if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you, no, no Like a baby, stillborn Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me But I swear by this song By all I have done wrong I'll make it all up to you, yes, I will I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch He called out to me, "Don't ask for so much" And a young man leaning on his darkened door He cried out to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?" Like a (like a bird) bird on a wire (on a wire) Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free

Field Commander Cohen He was our most important spy Wounded in the line of duty Parachuting acid into diplomatic cocktail parties Urging Fidel Castro to abandon fields and castles Leave it all and like a man Come back to nothing special Such as waiting rooms and ticket lines Silver bullet suicides and messianic ocean tides And racial roller coaster rides And other forms of boredom, advertised as poetry I know you need your sleep now I know your life's been hard But many men are falling Where you promised to stand guard I never asked but I heard You cast your lot along with the poor But then I overheard your prayer That you be this and nothing more Than just some grateful faithful woman's Favorite singing millionaire The patron Saint of Envy and the grocer of despair Working for the Yankee dollar I know you need your sleep now I know your life's been hard But many men are falling Where you promised to stand guard Ah, lover come and lie with me If my lover is who you are And be your sweetest self awhile Until I ask for more, my child Then let the other selves be one, yeah Let them manifest and come 'Til every taste is on the tongue 'Til love is pierced and love is hung And every kind of freedom done Then, oh, my love, oh, my love Oh, my love, oh, my love Oh, my love, oh, my love Oh, my love

אבא, כמה אהבה יש לי אליך אתה לא יודע ואם לא הראיתי מספיק קח עוד שיר שיוכל להסביר מצטער שלא הבנתי את הלב שלך מצטער שלא מצאתי את המילים איתך כי הרי מה שקיבלתי כל זה בזכותך תן לי את היד מבטיח, לא לעזוב אותך אבא אין פה מושלם אבל בשבילי אתה כל העולם גם אם יבואו שנים ללא מילים אני אבין אותך אני הבן שלך קח את הכול זה בכלל שלך תודה על הכול אני אוהב אותך ואף פעם לא כעסתי על הלב שלך אל תדאג כי זו הדרך שכתובה לך והרי מה שנתתי כל זה בשבילך גם אם לא תהיה איתי פה אני תמיד איתך

על כביש פתוח כמעט כמו הרוח אין לי שום כיוון אני לא בטוח איך אפשר לנוח איך מוצאים איזון ויש לי אלף חלומות עוד להגשים איתך תבואי לפה אחרי פרידות אני תמיד בתהיות על מי שלא הצלחתי להיות בשבילך אני נופל קם והולך עם הדרך מסתבך מה קורה לי בגללך איך איך אני אמור להסתדר כשתחבקי אחד אחר ולא נספיק עוד לדבר ואין לי כוח שיגעו לי את המוח מה צריך להיות כולם הפכו להיות פרופסורים לאהבות ובעיות ויש לי קטע כמו ילד אני שם שירים ומדמיין את כל הסיטואציות שטעינו מאמי דרמות שעשינו מאמי לב שבור זה ממכר בשבילך אני נופל קם והולך עם הדרך מסתבך מה קורה לי בגללך איך איך אני אמור להסתדר כשתחבקי אחד אחר ולא נספיק עוד לדבר