Just before our love got lost you said
“I am as constant as a northern star”
And I said “Constantly in the darkness
Where’s that at?
If you want me I’ll be in the bar”

On the back of a cartoon coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice
Oh you’re in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still I’d be on my feet
oh I would still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I’m frightened by the devil
And I’m drawn to those ones that ain’t afraid

I remember that time you told me you said
“Love is touching souls”
Surely you touched mine
‘Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time
Oh, you’re in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet

Oh I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said
“Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed”

Oh but you are in my blood
You’re my holy wine
You’re so bitter, bitter and so sweet

Oh, I could drink a case of you darling
Still I’d be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

Prijevod pjesme

Tvoj slučaj

Netom prije nam se ljubav izgubila, rekao si
“Stalan sam kao sjeverna zvijezda”
Rekoh, “Stalno u tmini, gdje je to?
Ako me trebaš, bit ću u baru.”

Na pozadini kartonskog podmetača
U plavom svjetlu TV ekrana
Nacrtah kartu Kanade
O Kanado…
I na njoj dvije skice tvoga lica
U mojoj si krvi kao sveto vino
Kušam tvoju gorčinu i tvoj slad

Mogla bih popiti cijeli sanduk tebe, dragi
Pa ipak bih ostala na nogama
Još bih bila na nogama

Ja sam usamljeni slikar
Živim u kutiji boja
I plaše me demoni
A privlače me oni što se ne boje

Sjećam se da rekao si mi, riječi tvoje,
“Ljubav je dodirivanje dušama”
Još kako, moju si dirnuo
Jer dio tebe, teče iz mene
U ovim rečima, s vremena na vrijeme
U mojoj si krvi kao sveto vino
Kušam tvoju gorčinu i tvoj slad

Mogla bih popiti cijeli sanduk tebe, dragi
Pa ipak bih ostala na nogama
Još bih bila na nogama

Srela sam ženu
Usta su joj bila kao tvoja
Život tvoj je znala
I tvoje demone i tvoja djela
Rekla je,
“Idi k njemu, budi uz njega ako možeš
Ali budi spremna da krvariš”

U mojoj si krvi
kao sveto vino
Kušam tvoju gorčinu i tvoj slad

Mogla bih popiti cijeli sanduk tebe, dragi
Pa ipak bih ostala na nogama
Još bih bila na nogama

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Last time I saw Richard was Detroit in 68
And he told me: “All romantics meet the same fate
Someday, cynical and bitter and boring someone
In some dark cafe”
“You laugh”, he said, “you think you’re immune,
Go look at your eyes
They’re full of moon
You like roses and kisses and pretty men to tell you
All those pretty lies, pretty lies
When you gonna realize they’re only pretty lies
Only pretty lies, pretty lies”

He put a quarter in the wurlitzer, and he pushed
Three buttons and the thing began to whirl
And a waitress came by a fishnet stockings and a bow tie
And she said: “Drink up now, it’s getting on time to close”
“Richard, you haven’t really changed”, I said
“It’s just that now you’re romanticizing some pain that’s in your head
You’ve got tombs in your in your eyes, but the songs you punched are dreaming
Listen, they talk of love so sweet
When you gonna get yourself back on your feet?
Oh and love can be so sweet, love so sweet”

Richard got married to a figure skater
And he bought her a dish washer and a coffe percolator
And he drinks at home now most night with the TV on
And all the house lights left up bright
I’m gonna blow this damn candle out
I don’t want nobody comin’over to my table
I’ve got nothing to talk to anybody about
All good dreamers passes this away someday
Hidin’ behind bottles in dark cafes
Dark cafes
Only this darkness before
I get my gorgeous wings
And fly away
Only a phase, these dark cafe days

Prevod na srpski

Poslednji put kad sam videla Ričarda

Ričarda sam poslednji put videla u Detroitu, ’68.
i rekao mi je: „Sve romantične duše prođu isto na kraju
Cinični, pijani dosadnjaković u nekom mračnom kafeu“
„Smeješ se“, rekao je, „misliš da si imuna
Pogledaj si oči, pune su meseca
Voliš ruže, poljupce i lepe muškarce da ti govore
Sve te lepe laži, lepe laži
Kad ćeš da shvatiš da su one samo lepe laži
Samo lepe laži, tek lepe laži“

Stavio je četvrt dolara u džuboks, pritisnuo
tri dugmeta i stvar je počela da zuji
A konobarica je došla u ribljomrežastim čarapama i leptir mašni
i rekla „Brzo ispijte, sad treba da se zatvori“
„Ričarde, nisi se nešto promenio“, rekla sam
„Samo sad romantizuješ neku bol koja je u tvojoj glavi
Imaš grobove u očima, ali pesme koje si uključio sanjare
Slušaj, pevaju o ljubavi tako slatko, tako slatko
Kad ćeš ponovo stati na svoje noge?
Oh ljubav može biti tako slatka, tako slatka“

Ričard se oženio umetničkom klizačicom
i kupio joj je mašinu za suđe i kafe-aparat
i sad većinu noći pije kod kuće s upaljenim TV-om
i svim kućnim svetlima ostavljenim da rade
Izduvaću ovu prokletu sveću
Ne želim da mi iko dolazi za sto
Nemam ja šta ni sa kim da pričam
Svi dobri sanjari prođu ovako na kraju
Skrivajući se iza flaša u mračnim kafeima, mračnim kafeima
Samo tamna čaura pre nego dobijem svoja divna krila i odlepršam
Samo faza, ovi dani mračnih kafea

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