A wandering Canadian,
 Banned from his hearths,
 Travelled while crying
 In foreign lands.
 Travelled while crying
 In foreign lands.
   
 One day, sad and pensive,
 Sitting by the flowing waters,
 To the fleeing current
 He addressed these words:
 To the fleeing current
 He addressed these words:
   
 If you see my country,
 My unhappy country,
 Go tell my friends
 That I remember them.
 Go tell my friends
 That I remember them.
   
 O days so full of charms,
 You have vanished...
 And my native land, alas!
 I will see it no more.
 And my native land, alas!
 I will see it no more.
 
wtorek, 15 listopada 2011
Leonard Cohen The Lost Canadian (Un Canadien Errant)
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