Oreneta al filferro del carrer Setcases, Vilallonga de Ter, Ripollès, Girona.
Barn swallow on the wire of Setcases street, Vilallonga de Ter, Ripollès, Girona, Catalonia.
Bird on the Wire és una cançó composta pel cantautor canadenc Leonard Cohen. Va ser enregistrada el 26 de setembre de 1968 a Nashville i inclosa en l'àlbum Songs from a Room de 1969, tot i que la primera que va interpretar i enregistrar la peça fou Judy Collins el 1968 al seu àlbum Who Knows Where the Time Goes.
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Song written and composed by Leonard Cohen in 1968
Lletra de la cançó / Lyrics
Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old-fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee
If I, if I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you
For like a baby, stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, "you must not ask for so much"
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cried to me, "hey, why not ask for more?"
Oh, like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Oreneta al filferro del carrer Setcases, Vilallonga de Ter, Ripollès, Girona.
Barn swallow on the wire of Setcases street, Vilallonga de Ter, Ripollès, Girona, Catalonia.
Bird on the Wire és una cançó composta pel cantautor canadenc Leonard Cohen. Va ser enregistrada el 26 de setembre de 1968 a Nashville i inclosa en l'àlbum Songs from a Room de 1969, tot i que la primera que va interpretar i enregistrar la peça fou Judy Collins el 1968 al seu àlbum Who Knows Where the Time Goes.
VIQUIPÈDIA
Song written and composed by Leonard Cohen in 1968
Lletra de la cançó / Lyrics
Like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a worm on a hook
Like a knight from some old-fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee
If I, if I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let it go by
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you
For like a baby, stillborn
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, "you must not ask for so much"
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door
She cried to me, "hey, why not ask for more?"
Oh, like a bird on the wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free