БУДУЩЕЕ...

         Леонард Коэн
       авт. перевод Дм. Коваленина    

             Дай мне ночь, и в ней погром,

Мир трещит по швам —
И скоро расползется,
Больше нечего
И нечем будет в жизни измерять;
Вселенский Хаос
Вывернет всем души, и История
                                утратит смысл и повернется вспять
Ты кричал:
            «Признай свой грех!» —
                            Что толку в той игре?
Ты кричал:
             «Сгоришь в аду!» —
                               Что ты имел в виду?

Все Десять Заповедей обратятся в пыль
Любовь, как шлюху, отдадут на суд толпы
И на дорогах, запалив огня столпы,
Запляшут бесы
И будет женщина висеть ногами вверх
В ночной сорочке, сползшей к голове
И все поэтишки сбегутся ей читать стихи,
стараясь прозвучать, как Чарли Мэнсон
в период декаденса

Леонард Коэн - Будущее

THE FUTURE

Give me back my broken night
my mirrored room, my secret life
it's lonely here,
there's no one left to torture

Give me absolute control
over every living soul
And lie beside me, baby,
that's an order!

Give me crack and anal sex
Take the only tree that's left
and stuff it up the hole
in your culture

Give me back the Berlin Wall
give me Stalin and St Paul
I've seen the future, brother:
it is murder.

Things are going to slide, slide in all directions
Won't be nothing
Nothing you can measure anymore
The blizzard, the blizzard of the world
has crossed the threshold
and it has overturned
the order of the soul

When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
[When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant
When they said REPENT REPENT
I wonder what they meant]

You don't know me from the wind
you never will, you never did
I'm the little Jew
who wrote the Bible
I've seen the nations rise and fall
I've heard their stories, heard them all
but love's the only engine of survival

[Your servant here, he has been told
to say it clear, to say it cold:
It's over, it ain't going
any further
And now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
Get ready for the future:
it is murder]

Things are going to slide ...

There'll be the breaking of the ancient
western code
Your private life will suddenly explode
There'll be phantoms
There'll be fires on the road
and the white man dancing

You'll see your woman
hanging upside down
her features covered by her fallen gown
and all the lousy little poets
coming round
tryin' to sound like Charlie Manson
and the white man dancin'

[Give me back the Berlin Wall
Give me Stalin and St Paul
Give me Christ
or give me Hiroshima
Destroy another fetus now
We don't like children anyhow
I've seen the future, baby:
it is murder]

Things are going to slide ...

When they said REPENT REPENT ...