Campeador

Letra original: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 ofyour 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 MarleneAnd you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody'swife.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
Your enemy is sleeping,
and his woman is free.Yes, and thanks,
for thetrouble 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 clearSincerely, L. Cohen | Traducción:Son las cuatro de la mañana. Finales de diciembre.
Ahora mismo, te estoy escribiendo,
para saber si estás bien.
Nueva York es frío, pero me gusta donde vivo.
Suenamúsica en Clinton Street durante toda la tarde.He oído que estás haciéndote
una pequeña casa en medio del desierto.
Ahora, tu vida no tiene sentido.
Espero que escribas algún tipo de diario.Sí, y Jane vino con un mechón de tu pelo.
Me dijo que se lo habías dado
aquella noche que decidiste cortar con todo.
¿Lo has hecho realmente?La última vez que te vimos,
parecías mayor.
Tu famosoimpermeable azul
estaba gastado por los hombros.
Has estado iendo a la estación a mirar los trenes.
Y volviste a casa, sin Lili Marlene.Y has tratado a mi mujer como un objeto más de tu vida.
Y cuando volvió conmigo, ya no era la esposa de nadie.Bueno, te veo ahí, con una rosa entre tus dientes.
Otro debilucho ladrón gitano.
Veo a Jane despierta.Te manda recuerdos.
Y todo lo que puedo decirte,hermano mío, mi asesino, es …
¿Qué puedo decir?
Supongo que te echo de menos.
Supongo que te perdono.
Me alegro de que te cruzaras en mi camino.Si alguna vez vienes por aquí, ya sea por Jane, o por mí.
Tu enemigo estará durmiendo,
y su mujer es libre de hacer lo que quiera.Sí. Y gracias
por el problema que le quitaste de delante.
Yo creía que estaría ahí siempre,
y por eso nuncahabía intentado solucionarlo.Y Jane vino con un mechón de tu pelo.
Me dijo que se lo habías dado
aquella noches que decidiste cortar con todo.Sinceramente, L. Cohen. |

If you want a lover
I'll do anything you ask me to
And if you want another kind of love
I'll wear a mask for you
If you want a partner
Take my hand
Or if you want to strike me down in anger
Here I stand
I'm your manIf you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I'll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can
I'm your man

Ah, the moon's too bright
The chain's too tight
The beast won't go to sleep
I've been running through these promises to you
That I made and I could not keepAh but a man never got a woman back
Not by begging on his knees
Or I'd crawl to you baby
And I'd fall at your feet
And I'd howl at your beauty
Like a dog in heat
And I'd claw at your heart
And I'd tear at your sheet
I'd say please, please
I'm your man

And if you've got to sleep
A moment on the road
I will steer for you
And if you want to work the street alone...