The Partisan - Leonard Cohen

In a quaint caravan There's a lady they call the Gypsy She can look in the future And drive away all your fears Everything will come right If you only believe the Gypsy She could tell at a glance That my heart was so full of tears She looked at my hand and told me My lover was always true And yet in my heart I knew, dear Somebody else was kissing you But I'll go there again 'Cause I want to believe the Gypsy That my lover is true And will come back to me someday You see, she looked at my hand and Told me that my baby would always be true And yet, in my heart I knew, dear That somebody else was kissing you But I'll go there again 'Cause I want to believe the Gypsy That my lover is true And will come back to me someday

You did many things That I liked, that I liked And you like diamond rings I can provide I can provide for you You made me feel so good Before I left On the road And you deserve your name On a crown, on a throne You did many things That I liked, that I liked And you like diamond rings I can provide, I can provide for you You made me feel so good Before I left On the road And you deserve your name On a crown, on a throne I haven't been around my town in a long while I apologize, but I I've been trying to get this money like I got a couple kids who rely... On me But I remember on the bathroom floor Before I went on tour Like you said we couldn't do it again... 'Cause you had a thing with some other man You said it was love And you said you were lost Then you wished me good luck To find somebody to love But, oooh Now I've heard that you're single And uh huh, I'll give you something to live for Yes, I will Honey please You never thought you'd ever see my face again But your love just swayed the lies When he stared into your eyes He just might be too good for you You're almost dead to him You're sleeping with a frozen heart Well baby girl it's over now And you can always count on me Your unshackled boy, unrestrained to touch So immune to love And it feels so priceless to me That you're always free That you'll take me in Now I'm everything, your everything I bet you'll take me in I know you'll take me in now The same place I left you in (we) I bet you'll take me in I know you'll take me in I know you'll take me in The same place I left you in We Who? Oooh... Oooooooh... No ho... Let her know... You did many things That I liked, that I liked And you like diamond rings I can provide I can provide for you You made me feel so good Before I left On the road And you deserve your name On a crown, on a throne

I wish I was a pilot Soaring over everyone and everything Looking at the landscape What a peaceful tiny scene Staring over the skyline Oh I feel the blue dancing on my wings Turn off the engine Imagine what tomorrow brings The time we wont delay Take it from the other side Born and lost but its a one more time To get my fill Of this old forgotten thrill, in this life I wish I was a fighter pilot Soaring over everyone and everything Well through the smoke and fire Imagine the hell I'd bring The time we won't delay Take it from the other side You're born and lost But its a one more time To get my fill Of this old forgotten thrill, in this life Well it's a cold, lost and shame Wash it all out Please wash it all away Now the story's old But its all been told Wish I And I wish I'd fly Alright I wish I was an outlaw Spend my life kicking ass and takin' names There would be no love lost Town to town killin dreams The lines they turn to gray Take it from the inside Born and lost but its a one more time To get my fill Of this old forgotten thrill, in this life A one more time To get my fill Of this old forgotten thrill, in this life Ahh

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boys And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh, mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the rising sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boys And God, I know I'm one

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour