Leonard Cohen nasceu em Montreal, província de Quebec, Canadá, de uma família judia de origem polaca. A sua infância foi marcada pela morte de seu pai quando Cohen tinha apenas 9 anos, fato que seria determinante para o desenvolvimento de uma depressão que o acompanharia durante boa parte da vida. Aos 17 anos, ingressa na Universidade McGill e forma um trio de música country. Paralelamente, passa a escrever seus primeiros poemas, inspirado por autores como García Lorca.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
BbAm You thought that it could never happen BbAm to all the people that you became, BbGmBbGm your body lost in legend, the beast so very tame. Em But here, right here, AmG between the birthmark and the stain, AmG between the ocean and your open vein, AmG between the snowman and the rain, FDF once again, once again, CGC love calls you by your name.
The women in your scrapbook whom you still praise and blame, you say they chained you to your fingernails and you climb the halls of fame. Oh but here, right here, between the peanuts and the cage, between the darkness and the stage, between the hour and the age, once again, once again, love calls you by your name.
Shouldering your loneliness like a gun that you will not learn to aim, you stumble into this movie house, then you climb, you climb into the frame. Yes, and here, right here between the moonlight and the lane, between the tunnel and the train, between the victim and his stain, once again, once again, love calls you by your name.
I leave the lady meditating on the very love which I, I do not wish to claim, I journey down the hundred steps, but the street is still the very same. And here, right here, between the dancer and his cane, between the sailboat and the drain, between the newsreel and your tiny pain, once again, once again, love calls you by your name.
Where are you, Judy, where are you, Anne? Where are the paths your heroes came? Wondering out loud as the bandage pulls away, was I, was I only limping, was I really lame? Oh here, come over here, between the windmill and the grain, between the sundial and the chain, between the traitor and her pain, once again, once again, love calls you by your name. _________________ aleister, Irkutsk [email protected]