Текст песни Leonard Cohen (The Dreadnoughts) с переводом

Well you’re living in disgrace, now heaven’s in your face, turn to, turn to

When you’re down to f***ing walking, your hands are in your pocket, turn to,

turn to

And your life is empty and black

For all of those little things you lack!

The only way to find what’s going through your mind, turn to, turn to

And can’t be somebody else, now tell about yourself, turn to, turn to

But the truth hangs in the air, like a knife

You only get one shot at this life!

Gotta find a reason, gotta find a way

Coming from the dark side, begging me to stray

Real Irish whiskey’s coming out to play

Oh no, and so I choose, and it’s not you!

And the ones you’ve left behind, end up tired, end up blind, turn to, turn to

Well, they’re living on the streets, with their shadows on their feet, turn to,

turn to

Ah, they drink, and they screw, and they fight

And they sleep on the city streets at night!

Gotta find a reason, gotta find a way

Coming from the dark side, begging me to stray

Real Irish whiskey’s coming out to play

Oh no, and so I choose, and it’s not you!

In a cold winter haze spent 17 days getting drunk at the Drake Motel

The light is glowing softly now, I’ll see you down in hell

Never one for restraint, was never a saint, but you’re nothing but a ghost in a

shell

The light is glowing softly now, I’ll see you down in hell!

Ah, you fade like ashes in a night

And you’re gone before the morning light!

Gotta find a reason, gotta find a way

Coming from the dark side, begging me to stray

Real Irish whiskey’s coming out to play

Oh no, and so I choose, and it’s not you!

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