Вершы: Leonard Cohen. The Guests.

One by one, the guests arrive

The guests are coming through

The open-hearted many

The broken-hearted few

And no one knows where the night is going

And no one knows why the wine is flowing

Oh love I need you

I need you

I need you

I need you

Oh . . . I need you now

And those who dance, begin to dance

Those who weep begin

And "welcome, welcome" cries a voice

"let all my guests come in."

And no one knows where the night is going ...

And all go stumbling through that house

In lonely secrecy

Saying "do reveal yourself"

Or "why has thou forsaken me? "

And no one knows where the night is going ...

All at once the torches flare

The inner door flies open

One by one they enter there

In every style of passion

And no one knows where the night is going ...

And here they take their sweet repast

While house and grounds dissolve

And one by one the guests are cast

Beyond the garden wall

And no one knows where the night is going ...

Those who dance, begin to dance

Those who weep begin

Those who earnestly are lost

Are lost and lost again

And no one knows where the night is going ...

One by the guests arrive

The guests are coming through

The broken-hearted many

The open-hearted few

And no one knows where the night is going ...