Ленърд Коен е канадски поет, писател и музикант, роден в Квебек на 21. 09. 1934г. Издава първата си стихосбирка през 1956, а първия роман през 1963 година. В творбите си често разглежда теми, свързани с религията, самотата, междуличностните отношения и сексуалността. Прекарва няколко години в дзен будистки манастир край Ел Ей и се слави като доста мистично-тайнствена личност.
Поради липса на финансов успех на писателското поприще, се заема с певческа кариера. През 1967 записва “Suzanne” и “Dress Rehearsal Rag” и така слага началото на дългогодишно музикално творчество. До края на същата година записва албума The Songs of Leonard Cohen, който включва меланхоличната “Hey, That's No Way to Say Goodbye.” Следващият му албум е Songs from a Room (1969), от който “Bird on a Wire” се оказва любима за различни изпълнителски кавъри, а третият е - Songs of Love and Hate (1971) със запомнящата се балада “Famous Blue Raincoat” във формата на писма от рогоносец до любовника на жена си.
През по-голямата част от 80-те години на миналия век Коен стои настрани от центъра на музикалната сцена, но през 1988 и I'm Your Man сезавръща и представя успешно пред новото поколение меломани.
През 2008 влиза в Рок залата на славата. През 2010 получава Грами за цялостно творчество.
Текстовете на песните му са пропити с изключителна дълбочина, те са емоционално наситени и сложни, със силен метафоричен заряд. Повлияли са на много музиканти и имат над хиляда кавъра. Ленърд Коен е един от най-интересните и успели певци от края на 60-те, притежаващ характерен, кадифен глас и непроницаемо сценично изражение.
“I don't remember
lighting this cigarette
and I don't remember
if I'm here alone
or waiting for someone.”
lighting this cigarette
and I don't remember
if I'm here alone
or waiting for someone.”
Реалността е възможност, която не мога да си позволя да пренебрегна. (Красиви неудачници).
"Waiting For The Miracle" ми е в личната класация за най-любими песни . Ето и невероятният текст на песента:
LEONARD COHEN LYRICS
"Waiting For The Miracle"
Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do.
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War II.
Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.
I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come
Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Nothing left to do ...
When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing
of course you'll say you can't complain --
If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do.
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War II.
Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.
I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come
Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Nothing left to do ...
When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing
of course you'll say you can't complain --
If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Намирам песните му за особено подходящи за слушане в дъждовни и мрачни дни като днешния. Надявам се, че ще достигнат до най-тайните кътчета на душите ви и ще трогнат сърцата ви.
Майсторът Ви пожелава смислен, съзидателен и емоционално красив ден, изпълнен с малки чудеса!
