Song | Take This Waltz (Live In London) |
Artist | Leonard Cohen |
Album | Live In London |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Leonard Cohen |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Federico García Lorca |
[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 |
[00:24.85] | There's a piece that was torn from the morning |
[00:30.01] | And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost |
[00:35.62] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[00:39.92] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[00:45.06] | Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws |
[00:55.26] | Oh I want you, I want you, I want you |
[01:00.13] | On a chair with a dead magazine |
[01:05.43] | In the cave at the tip of the lily |
[01:10.30] | In some hallways where love's never been |
[01:15.70] | On a bed where the moon has been sweating |
[01:20.57] | In a cry filled with footsteps and sand |
[01:26.05] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[01:30.60] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[01:35.65] | Take its broken waist in your hand |
[01:46.15] | This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz |
[01:51.10] | With its very own breath of brandy and Death |
[01:56.17] | Dragging its tail in the sea |
[02:03.45] | There's a concert hall in Vienna |
[02:08.87] | 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 |
[02:23.83] | Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture |
[02:28.98] | With a garland of freshly cut tears? |
[02:34.68] | 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 |
[02:59.61] | Where I've got to lie down with you soon |
[03:04.74] | In a dream of Hungarian lanterns |
[03:09.64] | In the mist of some sweet afternoon |
[03:14.79] | And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow |
[03:19.75] | 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 |
[04:07.66] | I'll be wearing a river's disguise |
[04:12.95] | The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, |
[04:17.91] | My mouth on the dew of your thighs |
[04:23.03] | And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, |
[04:28.03] | With the photographs there, and the moss |
[04:32.84] | 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 |
[04:47.98] | To the pools that you lift on your wrist |
[04:53.12] | Oh my love, Oh my love |
[04:58.14] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[05:03.70] | 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 |
[00:04.26] | 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 |
[00:24.85] | There' s a piece that was torn from the morning |
[00:30.01] | And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost |
[00:35.62] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[00:39.92] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[00:45.06] | Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws |
[00:55.26] | Oh I want you, I want you, I want you |
[01:00.13] | On a chair with a dead magazine |
[01:05.43] | In the cave at the tip of the lily |
[01:10.30] | In some hallways where love' s never been |
[01:15.70] | On a bed where the moon has been sweating |
[01:20.57] | In a cry filled with footsteps and sand |
[01:26.05] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[01:30.60] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[01:35.65] | Take its broken waist in your hand |
[01:46.15] | This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz |
[01:51.10] | With its very own breath of brandy and Death |
[01:56.17] | Dragging its tail in the sea |
[02:03.45] | There' s a concert hall in Vienna |
[02:08.87] | 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 |
[02:23.83] | Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture |
[02:28.98] | With a garland of freshly cut tears? |
[02:34.68] | 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 |
[02:59.61] | Where I' ve got to lie down with you soon |
[03:04.74] | In a dream of Hungarian lanterns |
[03:09.64] | In the mist of some sweet afternoon |
[03:14.79] | And I' ll see what you' ve chained to your sorrow |
[03:19.75] | 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 |
[04:07.66] | I' ll be wearing a river' s disguise |
[04:12.95] | The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, |
[04:17.91] | My mouth on the dew of your thighs |
[04:23.03] | And I' ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, |
[04:28.03] | With the photographs there, and the moss |
[04:32.84] | 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 |
[04:47.98] | To the pools that you lift on your wrist |
[04:53.12] | Oh my love, Oh my love |
[04:58.14] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[05:03.70] | 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 |
[00:04.26] | 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 |
[00:24.85] | There' s a piece that was torn from the morning |
[00:30.01] | And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost |
[00:35.62] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[00:39.92] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[00:45.06] | Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws |
[00:55.26] | Oh I want you, I want you, I want you |
[01:00.13] | On a chair with a dead magazine |
[01:05.43] | In the cave at the tip of the lily |
[01:10.30] | In some hallways where love' s never been |
[01:15.70] | On a bed where the moon has been sweating |
[01:20.57] | In a cry filled with footsteps and sand |
[01:26.05] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[01:30.60] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[01:35.65] | Take its broken waist in your hand |
[01:46.15] | This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz |
[01:51.10] | With its very own breath of brandy and Death |
[01:56.17] | Dragging its tail in the sea |
[02:03.45] | There' s a concert hall in Vienna |
[02:08.87] | 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 |
[02:23.83] | Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture |
[02:28.98] | With a garland of freshly cut tears? |
[02:34.68] | 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 |
[02:59.61] | Where I' ve got to lie down with you soon |
[03:04.74] | In a dream of Hungarian lanterns |
[03:09.64] | In the mist of some sweet afternoon |
[03:14.79] | And I' ll see what you' ve chained to your sorrow |
[03:19.75] | 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 |
[04:07.66] | I' ll be wearing a river' s disguise |
[04:12.95] | The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, |
[04:17.91] | My mouth on the dew of your thighs |
[04:23.03] | And I' ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, |
[04:28.03] | With the photographs there, and the moss |
[04:32.84] | 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 |
[04:47.98] | To the pools that you lift on your wrist |
[04:53.12] | Oh my love, Oh my love |
[04:58.14] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[05:03.70] | It' s yours now. It' s all that there is |