So long, Marianne — Dovidjenja, Marianne

(1967)

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Come over to the window, my little darling,
   I'd like to try to read your palm.
     I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy
         before I let you take me home.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
   to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Well you know that I love to live with you,
   but you make me forget so very much.
     I forget to pray for the angels
         and then the angels forget to pray for us.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
   to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

We met when we were almost young
   deep in the green lilac park.
     You held on to me like I was a crucifix,
         as we went kneeling through the dark.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
   to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Your letters they all say that you're beside me now.
   Then why do I feel alone?
     I'm standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
         is fastening my ankle to a stone.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
   to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

For now I need your hidden love.
   I'm cold as a new razor blade.
     You left when I told you I was curious,
         I never said that I was brave.

Now so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
   to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Oh, you are really such a pretty one.
   I see you've gone and changed your name again.
     And just when I climbed this whole mountainside,
         to wash my eyelids in the rain!

Oh, so long, Marianne, it's time that we began
   to laugh and cry and cry and laugh about it all again.

Pridji k prozoru, malena moja,
   Da iscitam sto zbori tvoj dlan.
     K'o Cigancic mali sam se vuko,
       Dok nisi me odvela u stan.

I dovidjenja, Marianne, mislim da sad je tren,
   Za plac i smijeh, za smijeh i plac, moja Marianne.

Ti znas da moj zivot izgara s tobom,
   No, uz tebe vrijeme prodje za cas.
     Zaboravljam ruke sklopit za andjele,
         A andjeli tad ne mole za nas.

I dovidjenja, Marianne, mislim da sad je tren,
   Za plac i smijeh, za smijeh i plac, moja Marianne.

Sreo sam te kad bili smo mladi,
   U dubini parka posve sami.
     Zagrlila si me k'o raspelo,
         Dok koljena vukli smo u tami.

I dovidjenja, Marianne, mislim da sad je tren,
   Za plac i smijeh, za smijeh i plac, moja Marianne.

Sva pisma govore da si tu,
   Al', zasto  ta samoca steze?
     Na rubu stojim, a paucina
         Uz kamenje mi clanak veze.

I dovidjenja, Marianne, mislim da sad je tren,
   Za plac i smijeh, za smijeh i plac, moja Marianne.

Gladan sam skrivene ljubavi tvoje
   I hladan k'o ostrica metala.
     Otisla si, jer bijah radoznao,
         Da nisam hrabar – to si znala.

Pa, dovidjenja, Marianne, mislim da sad je tren,
   Za plac i smijeh, za smijeh i plac, moja Marianne.

Zbilja si prelijepo stvorenje,
   A staro te ime ne krasi vise;
     Ja sam se penjao uz tu planinu,
         Da isperem vjedje u naletu kise.

O, dovidjenja, Marianne, mislim da sad je tren,
   Za plac i smijeh, za smijeh i plac, moja Marianne.

Leonard Cohen

 (1934 - 2016)