Leonard Cohen - The Night of Santiago (Official Audio)
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- Leonard Cohen - The Night of Santiago (Official Audio)
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LYRICS:
She said she was a maiden
That wasn’t what I heard
For the sake of conversation
I took her at her word
The lights went out behind us
The fireflies undressed
The broken sidewalk ended
I touched her sleeping breasts
They opened to me urgently
Like lilies from the dead
Behind a fine embroidery
Her nipples rose like bread
Then I took of my necktie
And she took of her dress
My belt and pistol set aside
We tore away the rest
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
Her thighs they slipped away from me
Like schools of startled fish
Though I’ve forgotten half my life
I still remember this
Now, as a man I won’t repeat
The things she said aloud
Except for this, my lips are sealed forever
And for now
And soon there’s sand in every kiss
And soon the dawn is ready
And soon the night surrenders
To a daffodil machete
I gave her something pretty
And I waited till she laughed
I wasn’t born a gypsy
To make a women sad
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
I didn’t fall in love of course
It’s never up to you
But she was walking back and forth
And I was passing through
When I took her to the river
In her virginal apparel
When I took her to the river
On that night of Santiago
And yes she lied about it all
Her children and her husband
You were born to judge the world
Forgive me but I wasn’t
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
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I can't quite articulate why, but for Leonard to record this beautiful, funny, erotic, and relentlessly alive reworking of the similarly immortal Lorca's poem, it brings tears to my eyes. The whole album is a psalm to life and a meditation on death, not quite raging against the dying of the light, but not dying quietly and fading away either. Something about the dying, 82 year old Leonard, too weak to play guitar, singing a panegyric to sultry Spanish nights featuring the nipples that "rose like bread" of a diplomatically-fictional maiden, is an embodiment of the power of life and of the soul that makes me feel strong but unnameable emotions.
❤
Long live Lorca and long live Leonard! For those of you curious, this song is based upon the poem "The unfaithful Housewife" by Federico Garcia Lorca, the Spanish poet after whom Leonard named his daughter. I never knew Leonard had an affinity for this poem in particular, and hearing him recreate it in his own image is such a treat
Jack thanks for this explanation, it’s lovely, and the song is beyond that
@@mwbela Lorca's poem, Cohen's inspiration:
THE INFIDEL CASADA
And that I took her to the river
believing that she was a girl,
but she had a husband.
It was the night of Santiago
and almost by compromise.
The lanterns went out
and the crickets were lit.
In the last corners
I touched her sleeping breasts,
and they suddenly opened to me
like bouquets of hyacinths.
The starch in her petticoat
it sounded in my ear,
like a piece of silk
torn by ten knives.
No silver light in their glasses
the trees have grown,
and a horizon of dogs
barks far from the river.
*
Past the blackberries,
the reeds and thorns,
under her head of hair
I made a hole in the slime
I took off my tie.
She took off her dress.
I belt with revolver.
She hers hers four bustiers of hers.
Neither tuberose nor shells
their skin is so fine,
nor the crystals with moon
they shine with that brilliance.
Her thighs escaped me
like surprised fish,
half full of fire,
half full of cold.
That night i ran
the best of roads,
mounted on mother-of-pearl filly
without flanges and without stirrups.
I don't mean, by man,
the things she told me.
The light of understanding
It makes me very restrained.
Dirty with kisses and sand
I took her from the river.
With the air they fought
the swords of the lilies.
I behaved like what I am.
Like a real gypsy.
I gave her a sewing box
large straw satin,
and I didn't want to fall in love
because having a husband
she told me that she was a girl
when he took her to the river.
And Adam . And Anjani. All if u too.
@@bwahahaha999 🌹❤️
It is the same "woman" as in Suzzane. The holy Church. Jesus is her husbund:
And yes she lied about it all
Her children and her husband
You were born to judge the world
Forgive me but I wasn’t
We never forget what love felt like. Even when life has made us too hard (or too wise?) to fall in love.
In this poem-song "Santiago" is not a city. It's a date, the 25th July. National festivity in Spain. Music and dances in the evening in many towns and villages.
Yes... like in my village
Thanks for the information. From the song, particularly from the line “As I was passing through", thought it alludes to a city.
Santiago el Mayor , patrón de Galicia , cuyos restos descansan en la catedral de Santiago de Compostela , a la que da nombre y de la que España coge el día de su patrón , 25 de Xullo , dia da patria Galega .
Chhandas Bhattacharyya well it also alludes to a festival/celebration
It doesn't say it is a city. It says it's night of Santiago - Saint Jacob.
Two great poets: Lorca and Cohen combined. Masterpiece.
Did Lorca write the blue print for this?
@@jamieholmes5443 Lorca wrote the original poem, around 1928, published in a book with the title "Romancero gitano".
@@kostasbr51 Thank you very much :)
I always get stuck in the translation, but I have a feeling I just need to get into it.
@@RobertBurrowsJL Thank you :)
Y Bob Dylan grandes poetas!
This might be the best thing he ever recorded, high a bar as that is. Holy crap this is absolutely phenomenal.
This album and "You Want it Darker" taken together with this as a coda, or seperately, are very strong contenders for his best album(s), and a lot of the competition for Best Leonard Cohen Song are from one or the other of them. This song is definitely up there for me, but it's very hard to pick one favourite even just from this album...
"I didn't fall in love of course
It's never up to you
But she was walking back and forth
And I was passing through"
Can you simplify it
@@shikherkandpal3150They weren't falling in love in the traditional sense, but their lives collided.
God is alive & Magic is afoot. I can taste the river air at midnight blowing in from Santiago. Thankyou Leonard, thank you Adam, thanks for The Dance
You were born to judge the world. Forgive me but I wasn't. (Kick ass lyric 🎶⚘💕
Took my about 35 years of life to begin to understand this. Sorry to the people I have not helped by being judgemental, my intentions were probably good but boy did I miss the mark, of being human that is. Thank you Leonard
I can't get this out of my mind. Also, "I didn't fall in love with her. It's never up to you.." The crazy illogical thing that makes us fall for someone.
two of my favourite people: my adored Lorca and my dear Cohen. this is so beautiful.
Lorca ? I might sound dumb or am I learning ?... anyways can you give me the full name ?
@@TryToSmileToday hi, sorry, it was pretentious of me to assume Lorca would be known by this reference alone. His name is Federico Garcia Lorca. He was a great (for me and many others) poet who fought Franco’s fascist regime in Spain. Aside from his poetry he was also a playwright and successful at that. He was killed by a firing squad for being gay and for his political views. He was, by all accounts, a kind decent human being and a great friend. I just know his poetry and his plays, to me he is brilliant. He was only 38 years old.
I’m on my knees ❤
Cohen made another version of Lorca: "Take this waltz". A wonderful translation of "Pequeño vals vienés". Everybody knows, but I want to remark the fact.
Cohen wrote another homage to the greek poet K. Kavafis, with the poem "The god abandons Antony". The title of the song is "Alexandra leaving".
Cohen, Lorca, Kavafis. Three poets I love the best.
Thanks. He also has a homage to Rumi, the sufi poet, with the poem "My heart is a hotel". The title of the song is "The guests".
@@LuisCremades62 Thanks! I didn't know it. And I love that song. "One by one, the guests arrive...".
This is Cohen s Homage to the great Spanish poet Lorca beautiful
I gave her something pretty and I waited till she laughed. I wasn't born a gypsy to make a woman sad. 🌺🎶
Moon Dancer Double entendre...
Bravo maestro, you are missed.
This is just GENIUS. Wish Leonard still got super recognized for this, he's just amazing.
He will, he is, still with us ... unlocking he deepest emotions.... amazing!
@@alexandermills382 indeed ❤️ thanks for your words
The beauty of his music will always live on....
This voice !!
A travelogue for two thank youLeonard and Lorca, a perfect combination.
García Lorca: "Romance de la casada infiel".
Great version. Homage of Cohen to the great spanish poet.
I just recently discovered this man's magical music. I am absolutely loving the lyrics and the hauntingly fun music.
Have u listened his songs from 1970,80's
@@Krishh.... not many. I'll have to seek out more.
Can't stop listening to this album, it's so beautiful. I will say this would have to be my favourite song off the album. Great work Leonard & co.
Beautiful Song (Leonard FOREVER)
It’s like Leonard Cohen’s ghost came back briefly to reminisce on life.
That was beautiful Mr steller .
His ghost is in everything, that is how the life gets in.
Jus what I though
The best poet and the only one 😍
The author of this poem is Federico García Lorca (Spain, 1898-1936)
Cohen wrote a great version-translation. Deep, poetic and close to the original poem.
@@kostasbr51 It is not a "translation. It was inspire by Lorca. Here is the translation of Lorca's:
THE INFIDEL CASADA
And that I took her to the river
believing that she was a girl,
but she had a husband.
It was the night of Santiago
and almost by compromise.
The lanterns went out
and the crickets were lit.
In the last corners
I touched her sleeping breasts,
and they suddenly opened to me
like bouquets of hyacinths.
The starch in her petticoat
it sounded in my ear,
like a piece of silk
torn by ten knives.
No silver light in their glasses
the trees have grown,
and a horizon of dogs
barks far from the river.
*
Past the blackberries,
the reeds and thorns,
under her head of hair
I made a hole in the slime
I took off my tie.
She took off her dress.
I belt with revolver.
She hers hers four bustiers of hers.
Neither tuberose nor shells
their skin is so fine,
nor the crystals with moon
they shine with that brilliance.
Her thighs escaped me
like surprised fish,
half full of fire,
half full of cold.
That night i ran
the best of roads,
mounted on mother-of-pearl filly
without flanges and without stirrups.
I don't mean, by man,
the things she told me.
The light of understanding
It makes me very restrained.
Dirty with kisses and sand
I took her from the river.
With the air they fought
the swords of the lilies.
I behaved like what I am.
Like a real gypsy.
I gave her a sewing box
large straw satin,
and I didn't want to fall in love
because having a husband
she told me that she was a girl
when he took her to the river.
Cohen wrote a beautiful song, "The gipsy's wife", that is a clear homage to Lorca's poetry.
Thanks… I didn't know that conection with "Romance de la casada infiel".
I love that song and cover it whenever it feels appropriate to do so (which should be any time if you ask me!)
Another MASTERPIECE from Maestro! 🎶💝
I felt so lonely on this channel.
Thank you for being here Bhai Jaan!
Muito bom um grande poeta
If I was a director, I would definitely use this poem in my movie. :") It would be a masterpiece thanks to Sir Leonard Cohen. 💕
Awesome!
Wish you were still here, but I know you are!
In your music, an lyrics 🥰🥰❤️❤️
F.G. Lorca, killed by the fascists in Granada, August 19, 1936. Few days after "the night of Santiago", July, 25. This day is holiday in Spain, and there are festivities and open-air dances everywhere.
All Leonard Cohen's songs have a special meaning and a "hidden "understand...Although I was never a fan of Lorca , Leonard managed to make the lyrics very impressive-as usual!
HAUNTING BEAUTIFUL VOICE 🎶👍 RIP 🙏
Oh my the passion...
He’s staring down from the Tower of Song.
Che meraviglia!🌹❤
Bellissima...
Leonard Cohen una gran perdida y una voz única en el mundo de la música. Allí donde estés que seas muy feliz. N-1
Cohen-Lorca, Lorca-Cohen, live for ever!!! Cohen-Lorca-Morente. Morente-Lorca-Cohen. they're playing, singing and laughing on the other side ...
Ta voix unique...est magistral 👍 🎸♥️♥️🗼🗼
My bella Eva - Though I’ve forgotten half my life I still remember you
The only Greatest Singer with an DEEP, PURE, TRUE, INTENSITY...and MORE I'm in love
Thanks so lot Vi
Look at me, Leonard...look at me one last time!
A ladies man oh yes he was 💕
He certainly was, and so effortlessly stylish. the boys are jealous, and want to learn.
Cohen and the guitarist Carlos de Jacoba beautiful poetry together
What a great poet!
DANKE
Grazie dall'Italia!👍Thanks Leonard...
"And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
and when she came back she was nobody's wife..."
kostasbr51 nice b
Nur für die Weltmeisterschaft
Nur für die Welt. Nicht von dieser Welt.
beautiful
Qué maravilla.
Amazing poet
La sua atmosfera.......
Все песни чудно хороши и текстами и особенно голосом певца, gut!
Voce strabigliante❤️
DEAR LEONARDO!!! I AM VERY HAPPY TO LISTEN YOUR BEAUTIFUL VOICE!!!DEAR LEONARDO,THANK YOU!!!Lithuania,2019 november.
Woooww fabuloso!!!
This is beautiful "Exceptional"very good
The best
Thank you/Merci/Hvala 🙏👍:)
Cordially
Miodrag/Michel
Serbian/France
Merci
Love Love Love
Went to Santiago today and Caoilfhionn Rose sent me this. Cheers Kee x
Maravillosa!!! Gracias poeta 🎼🎼
Quelle voix ...quel talent. Je suis fan...j adore.
She said she was a maiden
That wasn't what I heard
For the sake of conversation
I took her at her word
The lights went out behind us
The fireflies undressed
The broken sidewalk ended
I touched her sleeping breasts
They opened to me urgently
Likelilies from the dead
Behind a fine embroidery
Her nipples rose like bread
Then I took of my necktie
And she took of her dress
My belt and pistol set aside
We tore away the rest
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
Her thighs they slipped away from me
Like schools of startled fish
Though I've forgotten half my life
I still remember this
Now, as a man I won't repeat
The things she said aloud
Except for this, my lips are sealed forever
And for now
And soon there's sand in every kiss
And soon the dawn is ready
And soon the night surrenders
To a daffodil machete
I gave her something pretty
And I waited till she laughed
I wasn't born a gypsy
To make a women sad
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
I took her to the river
As any man would do
I didn't fall in love of course
It's never up to you
But she was walking back and forth
And I was passing through
When I took her to the river
In her virginal apparel
When I took her to the river
On that night of Santiago
And yes she lied about it all
Her children and her husband
You were born to judge the world
Forgive me but I wasn't
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
Hello Leonard ✌️
Bravissimo! Adoro te ed le tue canzoni
Her nipples rose like bread 😂😂 thanks for the music 🎶 your truly missed
The Night Of Santiago, is just intoxicating.
Danke Leonard
beautiful
gorgeous
Da brividi..eh bravo Leonardone...mancherai😓
❤
Thanks for the Song🌟
Passionate 🖤
"Where, where, where is my gypsy wife tonight
I´ve heard all those wild reports, they can´t be right..."
Here
Love You Leonard! :)
19 forever
Preciosa
You were born to judge the world
Forgive me but I wasn't
"En las últimas esquinas
toqué sus pechos dormidos
y se me abrieron de pronto
como ramos de jacintos".
(Lorca: La casada infiel).
This is a free trasnlation of García Lorca's poem "La casada infiel". Where are the credits?
@@veronicadominguez-bailey8198 Yes. It´s a free translation. Good version, in my opinion. No credits in the record, I don´t know why.
Leonard could say the raunchiest things in the most delicate way. "I took her to the river as any man would do". He took her to the river and then he took her to the river.
Sem palavras
holy shit this is blowin' my mind
Lindo, lindo.
Buena leoanrd cohen la musica eso
Pure timeless art
No matter how we try, we will never write a song like Cohen. No.
Leonard Cohen - The Night of Santiago
She said she was a maiden
That wasn't what I heard
For the sake of conversation
I took her at her word
The lights went out behind us
The fireflies undressed
The broken sidewalk ended
I touched her sleeping breasts
They opened to me urgently
Like lilies from the dead
Behind a fine embroidery
Her nipples rose like bread
Then I took off my necktie
And she took of her dress
My belt and pistol set aside
We tore away the rest
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
Her thighs, they slipped away from me
Like schools of startled fish
Though I've forgotten half my life
I still remember this
Now, as a man I won't repeat
The things she said aloud
Except for this, my lips are sealed forever
And for now
And soon there's sand in every kiss
And soon the dawn is ready
And soon the night surrenders
To a daffodil machete
I gave her something pretty
And I waited till she laughed
I wasn't born a gypsy
To make a woman sad
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
I took her to the river
As any man would do
I didn't fall in love of course
It's never up to you
But she was walking back and forth
And I was passing through
When I took her to the river
In her virginal apparel
When I took her to the river
On that night of Santiago
And yes she lied about it all
Her children and her husband
You were born to judge the world
Forgive me but I wasn't
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
The night of Santiago
And I was passing through
So I took her to the river
As any man would do
Y que yo me la llevé al río
creyendo que era mozuela,
pero tenía marido.
Fue la noche de Santiago
y casi por compromiso.
Se apagaron los faroles
y se encendieron los grillos.
En las últimas esquinas
toqué sus pechos dormidos,
y se me abrieron de pronto
como ramos de jacintos.
El almidón de su enagua
me sonaba en el oído,
como una pieza de seda
rasgada por diez cuchillos.
Sin luz de plata en sus copas
los árboles han crecido,
y un horizonte de perros
ladra muy lejos del río.
*
Pasadas las zarzamoras,
los juncos y los espinos,
bajo su mata de pelo
hice un hoyo sobre el limo.
Yo me quité la corbata.
Ella se quitó el vestido.
Yo el cinturón con revólver.
Ella sus cuatro corpiños.
Ni nardos ni caracolas
tienen el cutis tan fino,
ni los cristales con luna
relumbran con ese brillo.
Sus muslos se me escapaban
como peces sorprendidos,
la mitad llenos de lumbre,
la mitad llenos de frío.
Aquella noche corrí
el mejor de los caminos,
montado en potra de nácar
sin bridas y sin estribos.
No quiero decir, por hombre,
las cosas que ella me dijo.
La luz del entendimiento
me hace ser muy comedido.
Sucia de besos y arena
yo me la llevé del río.
Con el aire se batían
las espadas de los lirios.
Me porté como quien soy.
Como un gitano legítimo.
Le regalé un costurero
grande de raso pajizo,
y no quise enamorarme
porque teniendo marido
me dijo que era mozuela
cuando la llevaba al río.
Sabemos que só D-us é eterno, mas tu estavas lá por perto.
Eu sei que sabes que para muitos de nós serás eterno enquanto nós por cá andarmos.
Adam o que esperas para ir para a estrada?
"Aquella noche corrí
el mejor de los caminos
montado en potra de nácar
sin bridas y sin estribos".
.
(F. G. Lorca: "La casada infiel")
Спасибо. Tenky💋💋👍🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟🎬🇦🇲007
Rest in peace 👤
*Kiitos, Bangkok-Jomppa suoraan THAIMAASTA*
😍
This is made by me, Brian 😎 enjoy!😂
Leonard, Leonard, oh dear Leonard, how many times do you have to tell us that you are quite the Ladies Man? The Ladies Man
At his 'Lethal Best' x
💫🎶💛
"¡Ay, qué blanca la triste casada!
¡Ay, cómo se queja entre las ramas!
Amapola y clavel será luego
cuando el macho despliegue su capa".
.
"Si tú vienes a la romería
a pedir que tu vientre se abra
no te pongas un velo de luto
sino dulce camisa de holanda".
.
(F. G. Lorca: "La romería")
.
NEST
mucha lleca
Quand nous bavons franchi les ronces
les épines et les ajoncs,
Sous elle son chignon s'enfonce
Et fait un trou dans le limon....
......................................................
Ses cuisses s'enfuyaient sous moi
Comme des truites effrayées
Une moitié tout embrasée,
L'autre moitié pleine de froid.
...........................................
Sale de baisers et de sable,
Du bord de l'eau je la sortis;
les iris balançaient leurs sabres
Contre les brises de la nuit.
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