“The birds they sang,
at the break of day…
start again,
I heard them say.
Don’t dwell on what is past away,
or what is yet to be…
Yeah the wars ,
they will be fought again.
The holy dove,
she will be caught again.
Bought,
and sold,
and bought again…
The dove is never free…
Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your pefect offering.
There is a crack, a crack in everything.
Thats how the light gets in… That’s how the light gets in…
We asked for signs.
The signs were sent.
The birth betrayed.
The marriage spent.
The widowhood of every government.
Signs for all to see.
I can’t run no more… with that lawless crowd.
While the killers in high places
say their prayers outloud…
But they’ve summoned,
They’ve summoned up a thundercloud.
…and they’re going to hear from me.
Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack, a crack in everything…
that’s how the light gets in… That’s how the light gets in…
You can add up the parts,
you won’t have the sum.
You can strike up the march,
There is no drum.
Every heart,
Every heart, to love will come.. but like a refuge…
Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack, a crack, in Everything… that’s how the light gets in.
Ring the bells that still can ring.
Forget your perfect offering…
There is a crack,
a crack,
in everything
Thats how the light gets in… thats how the light gets in….”
-Leonard Cohen : Sept 21,1934- Nov 10, 2016.
www.https://youtube.com/watch?v=mDTph7mer31