Nu sunt eu cu poezia. Mă rog, nu sunt cu ea mai deloc. Nu o înțeleg, pur și simplu. Nu zic că nu-mi place, doar că multă din ea (poezia) nu o înțeleg. Dar, uite, dacă mi-o așezi pe niște note muzicale, îmi sună și mie la ureche. Cumva.
Așa că, las niște versuri aici. Poate aveți chef de poezie în seara asta. „Everybody Knows” e un cântec al lui Leonard Cohen, în colaborare cu Sharon Robinson. Sunt sigur că l-ați auzit de nenumărate ori, în diferite interpretări, în afară de a lui.
Ah. Și mai jos, o interpretare superbă a artistei din Norvegia, Sigrid. Excelentă. Muzica, versurile, interpretarea.
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded,
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed.
Everybody knows the war is over,
Everybody knows the good guys lost.
Everybody knows the fight was fixed.
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich.
That’s how it goes.
Everybody knows that the boat is leaking,
Everybody knows that the captain lied.
Everybody got this broken feeling,
Like their father or their dog just died.
Everybody talking to their pockets.
Everybody wants a box of chocolates.
And a long-stem rose.
Everybody knows that you love me baby,
Everybody knows that you really do.
Everybody knows that you’ve been faithful,
Oh, give or take a night or two.
Everybody knows you’ve been discreet,
But there were so many people you just had to meet,
Without your clothes.
And everybody knows that it’s now or never.
Everybody knows that it’s me or you.
And everybody knows that you live forever,
When you’ve done a line or two.
Everybody knows the deal is rotten.
Old Black Joe’s still picking cotton,
For your ribbons and bows.
And everybody knows.
And everybody knows that the Plague is coming.
Everybody knows that it’s moving fast.
Everybody knows that the naked man and woman,
Are just a shining artifact of the past.
Everybody knows the scene is dead,
But there’s gonna be a meter on your bed,
That will disclose,
What everybody knows.
And everybody knows that you’re in trouble.
Everybody knows what you’ve been through.
From the bloody cross on top of Calvary,
To the beach of Malibu.
Everybody knows it’s coming apart,
Take one last look at this Sacred Heart,
Before it blows.