Take This Waltz

作词:Garcia Lorca,Leonard Cohen

作曲:Leonard Cohen

所属专辑:The Complete Studio Albums Collection

歌词

歌曲名 Take This Waltz (Paris Version)

歌手名 Leonard Cohen

作词:Federico Garcia Lorca+Leonard Cohen

作曲:Leonard Cohen

Now in Vienna

there's ten pretty women

There's a shoulder

where Death comes to cry

There's a lobby

with nine hundred windows

There's a tree

where the doves go to die

There's a piece

that was torn from the morning

And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost

Take this waltz

take this waltz

Take this waltz

with the clamp on its jaws

Oh I want you

I want you

I want you

On a chair with a dead magazine

In the cave

at the tip of the lily

In some hallways

where love's never been

On a bed

where the moon has been sweating

In a cry filled with footsteps and sand

Take this waltz

take this waltz

Take its broken waist in your hand

This waltz

this waltz

this waltz

this waltz

With its very own breath

of brandy and Death

Dragging its tail in the sea

There's a concert hall in Vienna

Where your mouth had a thousand reviews

There's a bar

where the boys have stopped talking

They've been sentenced to death by the blues

but who is it climbs to your picture

With a garland of freshly cut tears

Take this waltz

take this waltz

Take this waltz it's been dying for years

There's an attic where children are playing

Where I've got to lie down

with you soon

In a dream of Hungarian lanterns

In the mist of some sweet afternoon

And I'll see what you've chained

to your sorrow

All your sheep and your lilies of snow

Take this waltz

take this waltz

With its

I'll never forget you

you know

This waltz

This waltz

This waltz

This waltz

With its very own breath

of brandy and Death

Dragging its tail in the sea

And I'll dance with you in Vienna

I'll be wearing a river's disguise

The hyacinth wild on my shoulder

My mouth on the dew of your thighs

And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook

With the photographs there

and the moss

And

I'll yield to the flood of your beauty

My cheap violin and my cross

And you'll carry me down on your dancing

To the pools

that you lift on your wrist

Oh my love

Oh my love

Take this waltz

take this waltz

It's yours now

It's all that there is

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