leonard cohen, "songs of love and hate" albümünden bir şarkı..
sürekli bir kemirme, kemirilerek bitirilme,
ya da
binlerce arının aynı anda vızıldaşıp,
küçük iğnelerini, hafif hafif batırmaları gibi bir his veren arpejleri ile..
Well I stepped into an avalanche,
It covered up my soul
When I am not this hunchback that you see,
I sleep beneath the golden hill.
You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn, learn to serve me well.
You strike my side by accident
As you go down for your gold.
The cripple here that you clothe and feed
Is neither starved nor cold
He does not ask for your company,
Not at the centre, the centre of the world.
When I am on a pedestal,
You did not raise me there.
Your laws do not compel me
To kneel grotesque and bare.
I myself am the pedestal
For this ugly hump at which you stare.
You who wish to conquer pain,
You must learn what makes me kind
The crumbs of love that you offer me,
Theyre the crumbs Ive left behind.
Do not dress in those rags for me,
I know you are not poor
You dont love me quite so fiercely now
When you know that you are not sure,
It is your turn, beloved,
