歲月詩歌 (3)

忘了在哪一次的旅程中
向哪一位街頭畫家買了兩張小小的插畫
他畫的也訴說着Cohen一般的心境與夢幻 :




The Guests / Leonard Cohen



One by one, the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The open-hearted many
The broken-hearted few

But no one knows where the night is going
And no one knows why the wine is flowing
Oh love I need you
I need you
I need you
I need you
Oh . . . I need you now

Those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
"Welcome, welcome" cries a voice
"Let all my guests come in."

But no one knows where the night is going ...

And all go stumbling through that house
in utmost urgency
Saying "Do reveal yourself"
or "Why has thou forsaken me?"

But no one knows where the night is going ...

All at once the torches flare
The inner door flies open
One by one they enter there
In every style of passion

But no one knows where the night is going ...

Those who dance begin to dance
Those who weep begins
Those who earnestly are lost
Are they lost and lost again

But no one knows where the night is going ...

One by one the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The broken-hearted many
The open-hearted few

And no one knows where the night is going ...



" The Guests " -- Leonard Cohen