Leonard Cohen. Rainy day.

It is raining a lot. All is grey, sad and melancolic. So in some way it remind me a song that the bride and groom danced in the weeding.
Euria barra barra ari da. Grisa, tristea eta malenkoliaz beterikoa. Ez dakit zergatik nobioek ezkontza egunean dantzatu zuten abezti bat ekarri dit gogora.
Llueve sin parar. Está gris, triste y melancólico. De alguna manera me ha traido a la memoria una canción que los novios bailaron el día de la boda.

"Dance Me To The End Of Love"

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin

Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in

Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone

Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon

Show me slowly what I only know the limits of

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on

Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long

We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born

Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn

Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin

Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in

Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the end of love

I love this song. It has something....

Maite diat abeztia, zeozer dauka...

Me encanta la canción, tiene algo...

Leonard Cohen