高中的时候看过Cohen老头子的<渴望之书>，没有特别喜欢 但对这个漂泊到老 修过行写过诗的男人多少有些好奇。之后我也不怎么认真的听了些他的歌，和很多人一样被他晚年沧桑又磁性的嗓音所倾心，但我真正感觉到Cohen让人着迷的魅力是在他去世后的某一天逛书店时随手买到了一本他的小歌词集开始的。他的文字像诗一样 沉重孤独又不失戏虐，一个沉默寡言 洞察黑暗 经历过泥沼与深渊的男人，却用一生来赞美爱情。
听Cohen的歌不能不看歌词 美的心碎：
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?