Suzanne

(ένα τραγούδι που αγαπώ πολύ...)


Suzanne takes you down / To her place near the river / You can hear the boats go by / You can spend the night beside her / And you know that she's half crazy / But that's why you want to be there / And she feeds you tea and oranges / That come all the way from China /
And just when you mean to tell her / That you have no love to give her / Then she gets you on her wavelength / And she lets the river answer / That you've always been her lover / And you want to travel with her / And you want to travel blind / And you know that she will trust you / For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

Jesus was a sailor / When he walked upon the water / He spent a long time watching / From his lonely wooden tower / And when he knew for certain / Only drowning men could see him / He said "All men will be sailors then / Until the sea shall free them" / But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open / Forsaken, almost human / He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone / And you want to travel with him / And you want to travel blind / And you think maybe you'll trust him / For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand / And she leads you to the river /She is wearing rags and feathers / From Salvation Army counters / And the sun pours down like honey / On our lady of the harbour / And she shows you where to look / Among the garbage and the flowers / There are heroes in the seaweed / There are children in the morning / They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever / While Suzanne holds the mirror / And you want to travel with her / And you want to travel blind / And you know that you can trust her / For she's touched your perfect body with her mind...

---by Leonard Cohen