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  • 作词 : Federico García Lorca
    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
    Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
    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
    Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
    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
    Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
    With a garland of freshly cut tears?
    Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
    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
    Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
    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
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Federico García Lorca
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Leonard Cohen
    [00:04.26]Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women
    [00:09.77]There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry
    [00:14.74]There's a lobby with nine hundred windows
    [00:19.83]There's a tree where the doves go to die
    [00:24.86]There's a piece that was torn from the morning
    [00:30.02]And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
    [00:35.63]Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
    [00:39.93]Take this waltz, take this waltz
    [00:45.06]Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
    [00:55.27]Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
    [01:00.13]On a chair with a dead magazine
    [01:05.44]In the cave at the tip of the lily
    [01:10.30]In some hallways where love's never been
    [01:15.71]On a bed where the moon has been sweating
    [01:20.58]In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
    [01:26.06]Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
    [01:30.61]Take this waltz, take this waltz
    [01:35.65]Take its broken waist in your hand
    [01:40.94]
    [01:46.15]This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
    [01:51.11]With its very own breath of brandy and Death
    [01:56.17]Dragging its tail in the sea
    [02:01.45]
    [02:03.45]There's a concert hall in Vienna
    [02:08.88]Where your mouth had a thousand reviews
    [02:13.98]There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
    [02:18.73]They've been sentenced to death by the blues
    [02:23.84]Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
    [02:28.98]With a garland of freshly cut tears?
    [02:34.69]Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
    [02:38.96]Take this waltz, take this waltz
    [02:43.93]Take this waltz it's been dying for years
    [02:54.40]There's an attic where children are playing
    [02:59.62]Where I've got to lie down with you soon
    [03:04.74]In a dream of Hungarian lanterns
    [03:09.65]In the mist of some sweet afternoon
    [03:14.79]And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
    [03:19.76]All your sheep and your lilies of snow
    [03:25.10]Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
    [03:29.63]Take this waltz, take this waltz
    [03:34.35]With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"
    [03:45.30]This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...
    [03:50.38]With its very own breath of brandy and Death
    [03:55.71]Dragging its tail in the sea
    [04:02.58]And I'll dance with you in Vienna
    [04:07.67]I'll be wearing a river's disguise
    [04:12.96]The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
    [04:17.91]My mouth on the dew of your thighs
    [04:23.04]And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
    [04:28.04]With the photographs there, and the moss
    [04:32.85]And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
    [04:37.99]My cheap violin and my cross
    [04:43.27]And you'll carry me down on your dancing
    [04:47.99]To the pools that you lift on your wrist
    [04:53.13]Oh my love, Oh my love
    [04:58.15]Take this waltz, take this waltz
    [05:03.70]It's yours now. It's all that there is