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1967
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1969
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1971
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1973
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1974
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1977
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1979
Field Commander Cohen: Tour Of 1979
1979
Various Positions
1984
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1988
The Future
1992
Leonard Cohen In Concert
1993
Ten New Songs
2001
Dear Heather
2004
Live In London
2008
Songs From The Road
2010
Old Ideas
2012
Live In Dublin
2014
Popular Problems
2014
Can't Forget: A Souvenir Of The Grand Tour
2015
You Want It Darker
2016
Thanks For The Dance
2019
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Songs Of Leonard Cohen
1967 -
Songs from a Room
1969 -
Songs Of Love And Hate
1971 -
Live Songs
1973 -
New Skin For The Old Ceremony
1974 -
Death Of A Ladies΄ Man
1977 -
Recent Songs
1979 -
Field Commander Cohen: Tour Of 1979
1979 -
Various Positions
1984 -
I΄m Your Man
1988 -
The Future
1992 -
Leonard Cohen In Concert
1993 -
Ten New Songs
2001 -
Dear Heather
2004 -
Live In London
2008 -
Songs From The Road
2010 -
Old Ideas
2012 -
Live In Dublin
2014 -
Popular Problems
2014 -
Can΄t Forget: A Souvenir Of The Grand Tour
2015 -
You Want It Darker
2016 -
Thanks For The Dance
2019
Leonard Cohen - The Letters / 2004
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Leonard Cohen - The Letters/ 2004
Versuri cantec:
You never liked to get
The letters that I sent.
But now you've got the gist
Of what my letters meant.
You're reading them again,
The ones you didn't burn.
You press them to your lips,
My pages of concern.
I said there'd been a flood.
I said there's nothing left.
I hoped that you would come.
I gave you my address.
Your story was so long,
The plot was so intense,
It took you years to cross
The lines of self-defense.
The wounded forms appear:
The loss, the full extent;
And simple kindness here,
The solitude of strength.
You walk into my room.
You stand there at my desk,
Begin your letter to
The one who's coming next.
Versuri cantec:
You never liked to get
The letters that I sent.
But now you've got the gist
Of what my letters meant.
You're reading them again,
The ones you didn't burn.
You press them to your lips,
My pages of concern.
I said there'd been a flood.
I said there's nothing left.
I hoped that you would come.
I gave you my address.
Your story was so long,
The plot was so intense,
It took you years to cross
The lines of self-defense.
The wounded forms appear:
The loss, the full extent;
And simple kindness here,
The solitude of strength.
You walk into my room.
You stand there at my desk,
Begin your letter to
The one who's coming next.