M’ha agradat sempre, què hi farem? I mira que això de Leonard Cohen és com el cogombret envinagrat (ja sabeu, el pepinillo de tota la vida a Madrid o el que a Londres diuen pickle): t’agrada o no pots amb ell. Mon pare —un senyor d’una certa edat— no el suporta, a Cohen. Però això sí, adora els cogombrets. Jo tota la tarda escoltant cançons de Leonard Cohen que m’encanten.
The Partisan
When they poured across the border
I was cautioned to surrender
This I could not do
I took my gun and vanished.
I have changed my name so often
I’ve lost my wife and children
But I have many friends
And some of them are with me
An old woman gave us shelter
Kept us hidden in the garret
Then the soldiers came
She died without a whisper
There were three of us this morning
I’m the only one this evening
But I must go on
The frontiers are my prison
Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing
Through the graves the wind is blowing
Freedom soon will come
Then we’ll come from the shadows
Les Allemands étaient chez moi
Ils me dirent, “résigne toi”
Mais je n’ai pas peur
J’ai repris mon âme
J’ai changé cent fois de nom
J’ai perdu femme et enfants
Mais j’ai tant d’amis
J’ai la France entière
Un vieil homme dans un grenier
Pour la nuit nous a caché
Les Allemands l’ont pris
Il est mort sans surprise
Oh, the wind, the wind is blowing
Through the graves the wind is blowing
Freedom soon will come
Then we’ll come from the shadows
