Leonard Cohen: Перевод «Story of Isaac»

From: [email protected] (Harold «Bo» Baur)
Subject: CRD: Story of Isaac, Leonard Cohen.
Here’s one more of Leonard Cohen… not that anybody asked 🙂
Bo.
Story of Isaac
Am F
The door it opened slowly,
Am F
My father he came in,
G F E
I was nine years old.
Am F
And he stood so tall above me,
Am F
His blue eyes they were shining
G F E
And his voice was very cold.
C
He said, «I’ve had a vision
And you know I’m strong and holy,
D B
I must do what I’ve been told.»
F Bb
So he started up the mountain,
F Bb
I was running, he was walking,
F G A Am
And his axe was made of gold.
Well, the trees they got much smaller,
The lake a lady’s mirror,
We stopped to drink some wine.
Then he threw the bottle over.
Broke a minute later
And he put his hand on mine.
Thought I saw an eagle
But it might have been a vulture,
I never could decide.
Then my father built an altar,
He looked once behind his shoulder,
He knew I would not hide.
You who build these altars now
To sacrifice these children,
You must not do it anymore.
A scheme is not a vision
And you never have been tempted
By a demon or a god.
You who stand above them now,
Your hatchets blunt and bloody,
You were not there before,
When I lay upon a mountain
And my father’s hand was trembling
With the beauty of the word.
And if you call me brother now,
Forgive me if I inquire,
«Just according to whose plan?»
When it all comes down to dust
I will kill you if I must,
I will help you if I can.
When it all comes down to dust
I will help you if I must,
I will kill you if I can.
And mercy on our uniform,
Man of peace or man of war,
The peacock spreads his fan.
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