Ballad Of The Absent Mare

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Leonard Cohen
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Текст, перевод и аккорды “Ballad Of The Absent Mare”
Say a prayer for the cowboy His mares run away And hell walk til he finds her His darling, his stray But the rivers in flood And the roads are awash And the bridges break up In the panic of loss. And theres nothing to follow Theres nowhere to go Shes gone like the summer Gone like the snow And the crickets are breaking His heart with their song As the day caves in And the night is all wrong Did he dream, was it she Who went galloping past And bent down the fern Broke open the grass And printed the mud with The iron and the gold That he nailed to her feet When he was the lord And although she goes grazing A minute away He tracks her all night He tracks her all day Oh blind to her presence Except to compare His injury here With her punishment there Then at home on a branch In the highest tree A songbird sings out So suddenly Ah the sun is warm And the soft winds ride On the willow trees By the river side Oh the world is sweet The world is wide And shes there where The light and the darkness divide And the steams coming off her Shes huge and shes shy And she steps on the moon When she paws at the sky And she comes to his hand But shes not really tame She longs to be lost He longs for the same And shell bolt and shell plunge Through the first open pass To roll and to feed In the sweet mountain grass Or shell make a break For the high plateau Where theres nothing above And theres nothing below And its time for the burden Its time for the whip Will she walk through the flame Can he shoot from the hip So he binds himself To the galloping mare And she binds herself To the rider there And there is no space But theres left and right And there is no time But theres day and night And he leans on her neck And he whispers low "whither thou goest I will go" And they turn as one And they head for the plain No need for the whip Ah, no need for the rein Now the clasp of this union Who fastens it tight? Who snaps it asunder The very next night Some say the rider Some say the mare Or that loves like the smoke Beyond all repair But my darling says "leonard, just let it go by That old silhouette On the great western sky" So I pick out a tune And they move right along And theyre gone like the smoke And theyre gone like this song

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