Translating is always betraying. 1) Chelsea Hotel #2
Leonard Cohen - Chelsea Hotel No.2 lyrics

Yes, I remember you well, down there at the Chelsea Hotel. You were talking and you looked so sweet and brave; and then you sucked me off on that unmade bed while the limousine was waiting for you down on the street.
And, well, those were the issues and that was New York. It was all a rush for sex and for money. And that was the only kind of love granted to us songwriters, and probably still is for those who still do it.
But you found a way to leave, didn’t you, sweetheart? You turned your back on all that crowd. You walked away and I never heard you say “I need you,” “I don’t need you,” “I need you,” “I don’t need you” or any other bullshit like that.
And, yes, I remember you well. Down there at the Chelsea Hotel.
You were famous, that “piece of your heart” was already legend. You kept telling me you liked men beautiful but that you would make an exception for me. Showing your fists to those like us, obsessed with the image of beauty.
Then you retouched your makeup and said, “Well, what do we care, we may be ugly but we have the music.”
But in the end, you found a way to leave, didn’t you, sweetheart? You turned your back on all that crowd. You walked away and I never heard you say “I need you,” “I don’t need you,” “I need you,” “I don’t need you” or any other bullshit like that.
Now, mind you, I’m not trying to say I loved you more than others. You know, I can’t stop to think about every fallen nightingale. But I remember you well down there at the Chelsea Hotel.
And that’s all. In the end, I don’t even think about you that often.