Taldekideak
Fitxa teknikoa
Formatua: CD-LP
Grabazioa: Campos Antzokia (Bilbo)
Azala: Alain Urrutia
Soinu teknikaria: Jose Manuel Sampedro ‘Xanpe’
2019
Hotza da NY is cold
Mikel Urdangarinek Leonard Cohenen omenezko binilo-CD bat argitaratu du. Edizio berezia, Alain Urrutiak diseinatutako lamina batekin eta Harkaitz Canoren testuekin.
Edizio mugatua, 1.000 ale baino ez dituena salgai.
Partekatu ezazu
Letrak
Iritsi dira notiziak
iritsi dira eskutitzak
baina ez zureak.
Igaro ziren hegazkinak,
erre zituzten zubi denak,
isildu bazterrak.
Galdetu diet hegaberei,
galdetu pago biluziei,
ez dakite ezer.
Etorri hona,
Etorri laster niregana.
Izotza dut zainetan.
Soineko gorria iazko Sanjuanetan.
Suaren beroa gure gorputzetan.
Amantala zabaldu da zelaian.
Argazki zaharra ene oroimenean.
Etor zaitez nigana,
entzuidazu laztana,
gaur baduzu garaia
altxatzeko.
Hala nahi duenari
lanbroa erne dabil,
azal laztuari ur
emateko.
Haize, harri eta euri
joan zitzaizkizun zuri.
Gaur lehor dira hezur
Eta haragi.
Bukatu da morrontza,
izua eta lotsa.
Arima eta bihotza
bizi dira.
Hemen zaitut osorik,
nire aurrean zutik.
Joan zen garaia ihes
egiteko.
Itzali kriseilu hori,
izarra da emari,
Lehengo bazter ilunak
argitzeko.
Etor zaitez nigana,
lo egin daigun laztana.
Oraindik bada denbora
esnatzeko.
Katu baltzak irribarrez
eten da loa, loa
lehortu dira madreselvak
honezkero luze doa dena
Begiak urre kolorez
esku leunak, leunak
gaur jantzi gara zilarrez
atondu dezagun dena
Sartu da gaua, doakabe abaildu zaigu gaua
hiria gorriz jantzi zaigu azken eztei gauan
Zer diote gutun zaharrek
maitasun hitz galduek
begiak urre kolorez
ondo gerta dezagun dena
Sartu da gaua gure bihotzen erdira, gaua,
sargori da, kea usaitzen da hiri zaharraren zain hutsetan
kea
Berandu da, goazen maitea argia darion lekura
itxi begiak, egin dezagun jauzi, suak astiro erre gaitzan
suak
Udazkena da bazterrean.
Berdez jantzi zara, zirikatzen.
Eta ni berriz hain hauskor.
Eta zu berriz horren suhar.
Bai, agian, bizkarrean jarriko nizuke eskua,
hura jaitsi gerrira, dantzatu.
Ohantzean etzan, lokartu eta iluntzean esna.
Desertua da kale honetan.
Lainoz jantzi zara, emankor.
Eta ni berriz hain hauskor.
Eta zu berriz horren suhar.
Bai, agian, bizkarrean jarriko nizuke eskua,
hura jaitsi gerrira, dantzatu.
Ohantzean etzan, lokartu eta
iluntzean esna.
Eta zurera sartuko banindu gogoak,
sorbaldetan pausa, jaitsi magalera.
Sabelera josi, lokartu eta
ahanzturan esna.
It’s four in the morning, the end of December
I’m writing you now just to see if you’re better
New York is cold, but I like where I’m living
There’s music on Clinton Street all through the evening
I hear that you’re building your little house deep in the desert
You’re living for nothing now, I hope you’re keeping some kind of record
Yes, and Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Did you ever go clear?
Ah, the last time we saw you you looked so much older
Your famous blue raincoat was torn at the shoulder
You’d been to the station to meet every train, and
You came home without Lili Marlene
And you treated my woman to a flake of your life
And when she came back she was nobody’s wife
Well I see you there with the rose in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
Well, I see Jane’s awake
She sends her regards
And what can I tell you my brother, my killer
What can I possibly say?
I guess that I miss you, I guess I forgive you
I’m glad you stood in my way
If you ever come by here, for Jane or for me
Well, your enemy is sleeping, and his woman is free
Yes, and thanks, for the trouble you took from her eyes
I thought it was there for good so I never tried
And Jane came by with a lock of your hair
She said that you gave it to her
That night that you planned to go clear
Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by, you can spend the night forever
And you know that she’s half-crazy but that’s why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges that come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her
Then he gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer that you’ve always been her lover
And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you’ve touched her perfect body with your mind
And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him
He said all men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them
But he himself was broken, long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human, he sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him, and you want to travel blind
And you think you maybe you’ll trust him
For he’s touched your perfect body with her mind
Now, Suzanne takes your hand and she leads you to the river
She’s wearing rags and feathers from Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey on our lady of the harbor
And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed, there are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love and they wil lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds her mirror
And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she’s touched your perfect body with her mind
O gather up the brokenness
And bring it to me now
The fragrance of those promises
You never dared to vow
The splinters that you carry
The cross you left behind
Come healing of the body
Come healing of the mind
And let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb
Behold the gates of mercy
In arbitrary space
And none of us deserving
The cruelty or the grace
O solitude of longing
Where love has been confined
Come healing of the body
Come healing of the mind
O see the darkness yielding
That tore the light apart
Come healing of the reason
Come healing of the heart
O troubled dust concealing
An undivided love
The heart beneath is teaching
To the broken heart above
Let the heavens falter
Let the earth proclaim
Come healing of the altar
Come healing of the name
O longing of the branches
To lift the little bud
O longing of the arteries
To purify the blood
And let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb
O let the heavens hear it
The penitential hymn
Come healing of the spirit
Come healing of the limb
So I could hear you singing
And it was sweet and it was good
And love was all beginning
Fare thee well my nightingale
‘Twas long ago I found you
Now all your songs of beauty fail
The forest closes ’round you
The sun goes down behind a veil
‘Tis now that you would call me
So rest in peace my nightingale
Beneath your branch of holly
Fare thee well my nightingale
I lived but to be near you
Tho’ you are singing somewhere still
I can no longer hear you
If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will
If it be your will
That a voice be true
From this broken hill
I will sing to you
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
From this broken hill
All your praises they shall ring
If it be your will
To let me sing
If it be your will
If there is a choice
Let the rivers fill
Let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill
On all these burning hearts in hell
If it be your will
To make us well
And draw us near
And bind us tight
All your children here
In their rags of light
In our rags of light
All dressed to kill
And end this night
If it be your will
If it be your will
And who by fire, who by water
Who in the sunshine, who in the night time
Who by high ordeal, who by common trial
Who in your merry merry month of may
Who by very slow decay
And who shall I say is calling?
And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate
Who in these realms of love, who by something blunt
Who by avalanche, who by powder
Who for his greed, who for his hunger
And who shall I say is calling?
And who by brave assent, who by accident
Who in solitude, who in this mirror
Who by his lady’s command, who by his own hand
Who in mortal chains, who in power
And who shall I say is calling?
Show me the place, where you want your slave to go
Show me the place, I’ve forgotten I don’t know
Show me the place where my head is bend and low
Show me the place, where you want your slave to go
Show me the place, help me roll away the stone
Show me the place, I can’t move this thing alone
Show me the place where the word became a man
Show me the place where the suffering began
The troubles came, I saved what I could save
A shred of light, a particle away
But there were chains so I hastened to the hay
There were chains, so I loved you
Like a spade
Show me the place, where you want your slave to go
Show me the place, I’ve forgotten I don’t know
Show me the place, where you want your slave to go
The troubles came, I saved what I could save
A shred of light, a particle away
But there were chains so I hastened to the hay
There were chains so I loved you like a slave
Show me the place
Show me the place
Show me the place
Show me the place, help me roll away the stone
Show me the place, I can’t move this thing alone
Show me the place, where the word became a man
Show me the place, where the suffering began
Come over to the window, my little darling
I’d like to try to read your palm
I used to think I was some kind of Gypsy boy
Before I let you take me home
Now so long, Marianne
It’s time that we began to laugh
And cry and cry and laugh about it all again
Well, you know that I love to live with you
But you make me forget so very much
I forget to pray for the angels
And then the angels forget to pray for us
Now so long, Marianne
It’s time that we began to laugh
And cry and cry and laugh about it all again
We met when we were almost young
Deep in the green lilac park
You held on to me like I was a crucifix
As we went kneeling through the dark
Oh, so long, Marianne
It’s time that we began to laugh
And cry and cry and laugh about it all again
Your letters, they all say that you’re beside me now
Then why do I feel alone?
I’m standing on a ledge and your fine spider web
Is fastening my ankle to a stone
Now so long, Marianne
It’s time that we began to laugh
And cry and cry and laugh about it all again
For now I need your hidden love
I’m cold as a new razorblade
You left when I told you I was curious
I never said that I was brave
Oh, so long, Marianne
It’s time that we began to laugh
And cry and cry and laugh about it all again
Oh, you are really such a pretty one
I see you’ve gone and changed your name again
And just when I climbed this whole mountainside
To wash my eyelids in the rain
Oh, so long, Marianne
It’s time that we began to laugh
And cry and cry and laugh about it all again
Now, I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light in every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though it all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
izkin hontatik idazten dizut
azken aldian bezala
egia da bai sasoi honetan
hotza egiten duela
neska gazte bat ezagutu dut
hiru aste badirela
esango nuke bere begiek
erraz sorgindu nautela
azken bidai hau ez duzu izan
etxe ondotik ihesa
nigandik hurrun aurkitu arren
hara itzultzeko ametsa
zuekin beti oroitzen banaiz
ahaztu naizenik ez pentsa
sentimenduak esaten baina
ez da hain gauza erreza
orain goizean pozik hartzen dut
mendebalderako trena
harrizko zoru ahaztuetan
biderik eta zaharrena
bizitzak sarri erakusten du
badena eta ez dena
inoiz latz hartu banindu ere
gaur gozo hartu nauena
lantzean baina, egun luzeetan
bihotza egoten da triste
agindutako promesa hura
ezin kunplidu nezake
“loriak udan” kantatzen baitut
inoiz gutxitan ez uste
letrak ez ditut oraindik ahaztu
akordatzen naiz hainbeste
Gure baitango lurraldeetan
non geratzen den denbora
non ez dagoen arnas biderik
non ez goazen inora
non oihukatzen hurbiltzen garen
erraldoiaren ondora
igo nazazu nire mendira
zure gailurretik gora.
Egunez zu bizitzera
arimak zenbatzera
urrun nabigatzera
elur gazietan.
Igo nazazu nire mendira
aurki dezadan bidea
askatu nadin zure loturaz
behar dezadan airea
ez nadin izan jainko lurtiarra
bai ezinen bidaidea
igo nazazu nire mendira
zu ez baitzara nirea.
Egunez zu bizitzera
azken mugen ertzera
lainoen agurtzera
elur gazietan.
Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women
There’s a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There’s a lobby with nine hundred windows
There’s a tree where the doves go to die
There’s a piece that was torn from the morning
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Aey, aey, aey, aey
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
Oh, I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lilly
In some hallway where love’s never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Aey, aey, aey, aey
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take its broken waist in your hand
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea
There’s a concert hall in Vienna
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
There’s a bar where the boys have stopped talking
They’ve been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Aey, aey, aey, aey
Take this waltz, take this waltz
Take this waltz, it’s been dying for years
There’s an attic where children are playing
Where I’ve got to lie down with you soon
In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I’ll see what you’ve chained to your sorrow
All your sheep and your lillies of snow
Aey, aey, aey, aey
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its “I’ll never forget you, you know”
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
With its very own breath of brandy and Death
Dragging its tail in the sea
And I’ll dance with you in Vienna
I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
My mouth on the dew of your thighs
And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook
With the photographs there, and the moss
And I’ll yield to the flood of your beauty
My cheap violin and my cross
And you’ll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Oh my love, oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It’s yours now, it’s all that there is