Текст песни
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?
Ah, 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
And 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.
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake --
She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.
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
-- Sincerely, L. Cohen
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Знаменитый синий дождевик
Четыре часа утра, конец декабря,
Я пишу тебе сейчас, просто чтобы узнать, лучше ли тебе.
В Нью-Йорке холодно, но мне нравится место, где я живу.
На Клинтон-Стрит музыка звучит целый вечер.
Я слышал, что ты строишь себе маленький домик в глубине пустыни.
Сейчас ты живешь без цели, и я надеюсь, ты ведешь хоть какой-нибудь учет.
Да, и Джейн пришла с прядью твоих волос.
Она сказала, что это ты дал ее ей
В ту ночь, когда решил обо всем забыть.
Удавалось ли тебе когда-нибудь обо всем забыть?
Ах, последний раз, когда мы видели тебя, ты очень постарел,
Твой знаменитый синий дождевик был порван на плече.
Ты стоял на станции, встречая каждый поезд,
И пришел домой без Лили Марлен.
Ты угостил мою женщину хлопьями своей жизни,
А когда она вернулась, она стала ничьей женой.
Ты видишься мне с розой в зубах,
Еще один мелкий воришка-цыган.
Что ж, похоже, Джейн проснулась...
Она шлет тебе привет.
А что могу сказать тебе я, мой брат, мой убийца.
Что же я могу сказать?
Пожалуй, я скучаю по тебе, пожалуй, я тебя прощаю.
Я рад, что ты встал у меня на пути.
Если ты когда-нибудь будешь здесь, ради Джейн или ради меня,
Знай, твой враг спит, а его женщина свободна.
Да, и спасибо, за тревоги, которые ты забрал из ее глаз,
Я думал, что они там во благо, поэтому я никогда не пробовал этого сделать.
И Джейн пришла с прядью твоих волос.
Она сказала, что это ты дал ее ей
В ту ночь, когда решил обо всем забыть.
--Искренне твой, Л. Коэн
Перевод песни
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?
Ah, 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
And 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.
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well I see Jane's awake -
She sends her regards.
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I'm glad you stood in my way.
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried.
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
- Sincerely, L. Cohen
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The famous blue raincoat
Four o'clock in the morning, end of December,
I am writing to you now, just to find out if you are better.
New York is cold, but I like the place I live.
Clinton Street plays music all evening.
I heard that you are building yourself a small house in the depths of the desert.
Now you live without a goal, and I hope you keep at least some records.
Yes, and Jane came with a lock of your hair.
She said that you gave her to her
That night when I decided to forget about everything.
Have you ever forgotten everything?
Ah, the last time we saw you, you are very old,
Your famous blue raincoat was torn on your shoulder.
You stood at the station, meeting every train
And he came home without Lily Marlene.
You treated my woman to the flakes of your life
And when she returned, she became nobody's wife.
You see me with a rose in my teeth
Another petty gipsy thief.
Well, it looks like Jane woke up ...
She sends you greetings.
And what can I tell you, my brother, my killer.
What can I say?
Perhaps I miss you, perhaps I forgive you.
I'm glad you got in my way.
If you ever be here for Jane or for me
Know your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free.
Yes, and thanks, for the anxieties you took from her eyes,
I thought they were there for the good, so I never tried to do this.
And Jane came with a lock of your hair.
She said that you gave her to her
That night when I decided to forget about everything.
- Sincerely yours, L. Cohen
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