Текст песни: Leonard Cohen. The Land of Plenty.

Dont really know who sent me

To raise my voice and say:

May the lights in the land of plenty

Shine on the truth some day.

I dont know why I come here,

Knowing as I do,

What you really think of me,

What I really think of you.

For the millions in a prison,

That wealth has set apart c

For the christ who has not risen,

From the caverns of the heart c

For the innermost decision,

That we cannot but obey -

For whats left of our religion,

I lift my voice and pray:

May the lights in the land of plenty

Shine on the truth some day.

I know I said Id meet you,

Id meet you at the store,

But I cant buy it, baby.

I cant buy it anymore.

And I dont really know who sent me,

To raise my voice and say:

May the lights in the land of plenty

Shine on the truth some day.

I dont know why I come here,

Knowing as I do,

What you really think of me,

What I really think of you.

For the innermost decision

That we cannot but obey

For whats left of our religion

I lift my voice and pray:

May the lights in the land of plenty

Shine on the truth some day.