Song | Take This Waltz |
Artist | Leonard Cohen |
Album | The Essential Leonard Cohen 3.0 |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Leonard Cohen |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Federico García Lorca |
[00:04.51] | Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women |
[00:07.69] | There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry |
[00:12.89] | There's a lobby with nine hundred windows |
[00:17.79] | There's a tree where the doves go to die |
[00:22.92] | There's a piece that was torn from the morning |
[00:28.48] | And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost |
[00:32.84] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[00:38.40] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[00:42.91] | Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws |
[00:48.08] | Oh I want you, I want you, I want you |
[00:58.88] | On a chair with a dead magazine |
[01:03.19] | In the cave at the tip of the lily |
[01:08.43] | In some hallways where love's never been |
[01:13.04] | On a bed where the moon has been sweating |
[01:18.55] | In a cry filled with footsteps and sand |
[01:23.36] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[01:28.60] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[01:33.59] | Take its broken waist in your hand |
[01:38.39] | This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz |
[01:50.08] | With its very own breath of brandy and Death |
[01:55.58] | Dragging its tail in the sea |
[01:59.76] | There's a concert hall in Vienna |
[02:06.50] | Where your mouth had a thousand reviews |
[02:11.86] | There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking |
[02:16.98] | They've been sentenced to death by the blues |
[02:22.03] | Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture |
[02:26.78] | With a garland of freshly cut tears? |
[02:32.33] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[02:37.01] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[02:41.96] | Take this waltz it's been dying for years |
[02:47.26] | There's an attic where children are playing |
[02:57.50] | Where I've got to lie down with you soon |
[03:02.80] | In a dream of Hungarian lanterns |
[03:07.48] | In the mist of some sweet afternoon |
[03:11.47] | And I'll see chained what you've to your sorrow |
[03:18.27] | All your sheep and your lilies of snow |
[03:22.59] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[03:27.74] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[03:32.62] | With its "I'll never forget you, you know!" |
[03:38.19] | This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ... |
[03:50.67] | With its very own breath of brandy and Death |
[03:54.79] | Dragging its tail in the sea |
[03:58.22] | And I'll dance with you in Vienna |
[04:05.83] | I'll be wearing a river's disguise |
[04:10.70] | The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, |
[04:15.96] | My mouth on the dew of your thighs |
[04:20.82] | And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, |
[04:26.00] | With the photographs there, and the moss |
[04:30.84] | And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty |
[04:36.16] | My cheap violin and my cross |
[04:40.96] | And you'll carry me down on your dancing |
[04:46.20] | To the pools that you lift on your wrist |
[04:51.20] | Oh my love, Oh my love |
[04:56.19] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[05:00.76] | It's yours now. It's all that there is |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Leonard Cohen |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : Federico Garci a Lorca |
[00:04.51] | Now in Vienna there' s ten pretty women |
[00:07.69] | There' s a shoulder where Death comes to cry |
[00:12.89] | There' s a lobby with nine hundred windows |
[00:17.79] | There' s a tree where the doves go to die |
[00:22.92] | There' s a piece that was torn from the morning |
[00:28.48] | And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost |
[00:32.84] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[00:38.40] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[00:42.91] | Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws |
[00:48.08] | Oh I want you, I want you, I want you |
[00:58.88] | On a chair with a dead magazine |
[01:03.19] | In the cave at the tip of the lily |
[01:08.43] | In some hallways where love' s never been |
[01:13.04] | On a bed where the moon has been sweating |
[01:18.55] | In a cry filled with footsteps and sand |
[01:23.36] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[01:28.60] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[01:33.59] | Take its broken waist in your hand |
[01:38.39] | This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz |
[01:50.08] | With its very own breath of brandy and Death |
[01:55.58] | Dragging its tail in the sea |
[01:59.76] | There' s a concert hall in Vienna |
[02:06.50] | Where your mouth had a thousand reviews |
[02:11.86] | There' s a bar where the boys have stopped talking |
[02:16.98] | They' ve been sentenced to death by the blues |
[02:22.03] | Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture |
[02:26.78] | With a garland of freshly cut tears? |
[02:32.33] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[02:37.01] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[02:41.96] | Take this waltz it' s been dying for years |
[02:47.26] | There' s an attic where children are playing |
[02:57.50] | Where I' ve got to lie down with you soon |
[03:02.80] | In a dream of Hungarian lanterns |
[03:07.48] | In the mist of some sweet afternoon |
[03:11.47] | And I' ll see chained what you' ve to your sorrow |
[03:18.27] | All your sheep and your lilies of snow |
[03:22.59] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[03:27.74] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[03:32.62] | With its " I' ll never forget you, you know!" |
[03:38.19] | This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ... |
[03:50.67] | With its very own breath of brandy and Death |
[03:54.79] | Dragging its tail in the sea |
[03:58.22] | And I' ll dance with you in Vienna |
[04:05.83] | I' ll be wearing a river' s disguise |
[04:10.70] | The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, |
[04:15.96] | My mouth on the dew of your thighs |
[04:20.82] | And I' ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, |
[04:26.00] | With the photographs there, and the moss |
[04:30.84] | And I' ll yield to the flood of your beauty |
[04:36.16] | My cheap violin and my cross |
[04:40.96] | And you' ll carry me down on your dancing |
[04:46.20] | To the pools that you lift on your wrist |
[04:51.20] | Oh my love, Oh my love |
[04:56.19] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[05:00.76] | It' s yours now. It' s all that there is |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Leonard Cohen |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : Federico Garcí a Lorca |
[00:04.51] | Now in Vienna there' s ten pretty women |
[00:07.69] | There' s a shoulder where Death comes to cry |
[00:12.89] | There' s a lobby with nine hundred windows |
[00:17.79] | There' s a tree where the doves go to die |
[00:22.92] | There' s a piece that was torn from the morning |
[00:28.48] | And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost |
[00:32.84] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[00:38.40] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[00:42.91] | Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws |
[00:48.08] | Oh I want you, I want you, I want you |
[00:58.88] | On a chair with a dead magazine |
[01:03.19] | In the cave at the tip of the lily |
[01:08.43] | In some hallways where love' s never been |
[01:13.04] | On a bed where the moon has been sweating |
[01:18.55] | In a cry filled with footsteps and sand |
[01:23.36] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[01:28.60] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[01:33.59] | Take its broken waist in your hand |
[01:38.39] | This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz |
[01:50.08] | With its very own breath of brandy and Death |
[01:55.58] | Dragging its tail in the sea |
[01:59.76] | There' s a concert hall in Vienna |
[02:06.50] | Where your mouth had a thousand reviews |
[02:11.86] | There' s a bar where the boys have stopped talking |
[02:16.98] | They' ve been sentenced to death by the blues |
[02:22.03] | Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture |
[02:26.78] | With a garland of freshly cut tears? |
[02:32.33] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[02:37.01] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[02:41.96] | Take this waltz it' s been dying for years |
[02:47.26] | There' s an attic where children are playing |
[02:57.50] | Where I' ve got to lie down with you soon |
[03:02.80] | In a dream of Hungarian lanterns |
[03:07.48] | In the mist of some sweet afternoon |
[03:11.47] | And I' ll see chained what you' ve to your sorrow |
[03:18.27] | All your sheep and your lilies of snow |
[03:22.59] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[03:27.74] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[03:32.62] | With its " I' ll never forget you, you know!" |
[03:38.19] | This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ... |
[03:50.67] | With its very own breath of brandy and Death |
[03:54.79] | Dragging its tail in the sea |
[03:58.22] | And I' ll dance with you in Vienna |
[04:05.83] | I' ll be wearing a river' s disguise |
[04:10.70] | The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, |
[04:15.96] | My mouth on the dew of your thighs |
[04:20.82] | And I' ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, |
[04:26.00] | With the photographs there, and the moss |
[04:30.84] | And I' ll yield to the flood of your beauty |
[04:36.16] | My cheap violin and my cross |
[04:40.96] | And you' ll carry me down on your dancing |
[04:46.20] | To the pools that you lift on your wrist |
[04:51.20] | Oh my love, Oh my love |
[04:56.19] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[05:00.76] | It' s yours now. It' s all that there is |