Música 6. Leonard Cohen "Hallelujah"

Leonard Norman Cohen, poeta, novelista y cantautor canadiense. Uno de mis músicos favoritos. Sus canciones, auténticos poemas cientos de veces versionadas, nos hablan de amor, de política, de religión, aislamiento, libertad… Un artista único e irrepetible. Su voz, profunda, serena y conmovedora, es de las que no se olvidan, de las que relajan e invitan a reflexionar sobre la condición humana y el mundo que nos rodea. Una gran pérdida, sin duda. Falleció en 2016. 

Hallelujah

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Now, maybe there's a God above
As for me, all I have ever learned from love
Is how to shoot somebody
Who outdrew you
But it's not a cry that you hear tonight
It's not some pilgrim who claims to have seen the light
No, it's a cold and a very broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Oh, people, I've been here before
I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
You see, I used to live alone before I knew you
And I've seen your flag on the marble arch
But listen love
Love is not some kind of a victory march
It's a cold and it's a very lonely Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

There was a time you'd let me know
What's really going on below
But now, now you don't even show it to me, do you?
I remember when I moved in you
And the Holy Dove, she was moving too
And every single breath that we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

I've done my best, I know it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I learned to touch
I've told the truth
I didn't come here to London just to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I'll stand right here before the Lord of Song
With nothing, nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah...