Sincerament, gràcies.
Són les quatre de la matinada, finals de desembre
només t’escric per saber si et va bé
Nova York és freda, però m’agrada on visc
tot el vespre se sent música a Clinton Street
He sentit que t’estàs fent una caseta
enmig del desert
Ara vius sense solta,
espero que almenys en conservis quelcom
Sí, la Jane em va dur un ble del teu cabell
va dir-me que l’hi havies donat
la nit que vas decidir fer net
Vas arribar mai a fer net?
Ah, l’últim cop que ens vam veure
semblaves molt més gran,
la teva famosa gavardina blava estripada a l’espatlla
Havies estat a l’estació esperant tots els trens
i te’n vas tornar a casa sense la Lili Marlene
I vas convidar la meva dona a un bocí de la teva vida
i quan va tornar ja no era la dona de ningú
I ara et veig allà, amb la rosa entre les dents
un altre rodamón esprimatxat i lladregot
Veig que la Jane s’ha despertat,
records de part seva.
I què vols que et digui, germà meu, botxí meu?
Hi ha res més que pugui dir?
Suposo que t’enyoro, suposo que et perdono,
m’alegro que els nostres camins es creuessin
Si mai vens per aquí, per la Jane o per mi,
el teu enemic dorm, i la seva dona és lliure
Sí, i gràcies per llevar-li la foscor de l’esguard,
em pensava que era eterna, i mai no ho vaig provar
I la Jane em va dur un ble del teu cabell
va dir-me que l’hi havies donat
la nit que vas decidir fer net
Sincerament, L. Cohen
Foto: Leonard Cohen
Versió original
Famous Blue Raincoat
It’s four in the morning, the end of December
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better
New York is cold, but I like where I’m living
There’s music on Clinton Street all through the evening
I hear that you’re building your little house
deep in the desert
You’re living for nothing now,
I hope you’re keeping some kind of record
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Ah, the last time we saw you
you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You’d been to the station to meet every train, and
You came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody’s wife
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well, I see Jane’s awake
She sends her regards
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I’m glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Well, your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Sincerely, L. Cohen
Leonard Cohen (1971)
