© Carmen Ezgeta

Like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.

 

If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.

 

Like a baby, stillborn,
Like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.

 

But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.

 

I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
He said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
She cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more? "

 

Oh like a bird on the wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.

Bird On A Wire - Ptica na zici

(1969)


Leonard Cohen

words and music by         Leonard Cohen                   

(1934 - 2016)

 

prepjev   ©   Drazen Dragovic               

Ko, na zici, ptica raspjevana
U ponocnom zboru, ko spodoba p'jana,
Za slobodom, zudio sam dalje
Na udici, poput crva,
Ko vitez, iz knjige, shrvan
Za tebe sam cuvao medalje.

 

Ako grubo znao sam te gostit'
Jos se nadam da ces mi oprostit'.
Il' ako sam izrekao lazi,
Nikad tebi, ako jesam – kazi!

 

Kao dijete, sto ga mrtvog rode,
Ko bestija koja rogom bode,
Smrvio sam svakog koji segnu rukom

 

No prisezem zvukom ove pjesme,
Svime onim, sto se cinit ne sm'je
Iskupit cu propust, visestruko.

 

I vidjeh prosjaka koji staku vuce
'Prevelike', kaza, 'tebe zelje muce.'
Ljepotica, opet, sto u sobu krene,
Dobaci mi: 'Samo to od mene?'

 

Ko, na zici, ptica raspjevana
U ponocnom zboru, ko spodoba p'jana,
Za slobodom zudio sam dalje.

"Poetry is just the evidence of life.
 If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash."

                                                     Leonard Cohen

"Poezija je samo trag zivota.
Plamti li tvoj zivot, poezija je samo pepeo plamteceg zara."

Leonard Cohen