I can't make the hills
The system is shot
I'm living on pills
For which I thank God

My animal howls
My angel's upset
But I'm not allowed
A trace of regret

For someone will use
The thing I could not be
My heart will be hers
Impersonally

She'll step on the path
She'll see what I mean
My will cut in half
And freedom between

For this in a second
Our lives will collide
The endless suspended
The door opened wide

And she will be born
To someone like you
What I left undone
She will certainly do

I know she is coming
And I know she will look
And that is the longing
And this is the hook

I can't make the hills
The system is shot
I'm living on pills
For which I thank God

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Ko so Boba Dylana l. 2016 razglasili za Nobelovega nagrajenca, me je prešinila misel – Leonard Cohen bi jo bolj zaslužil. Ta pesnik in pevec, ta anglo-rokerski-šansonjer, se mi je prikupil tudi kot poet, ko mi je v roke prišla njegova zbirka Book of Mercy (1984).