Song | Take This Waltz |
Artist | Leonard Cohen |
Album | I'm Your Man |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Leonard Cohen |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Federico García Lorca |
[00:03.600] | Now in Vienna there's ten pretty women |
[00:09.299] | There's a shoulder where Death comes to cry |
[00:14.100] | There's a lobby with nine hundred windows |
[00:19.030] | There's a tree where the doves go to die |
[00:24.220] | There's a piece that was torn from the morning |
[00:29.220] | And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost |
[00:34.770] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[00:39.600] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[00:44.070] | Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws |
[00:52.680] | |
[00:54.300] | Oh I want you, I want you, I want you |
[00:59.730] | On a chair with a dead magazine |
[01:05.600] | In the cave at the tip of the lily |
[01:09.390] | In some hallways where love's never been |
[01:15.000] | On a bed where the moon has been sweating |
[01:19.680] | In a cry filled with footsteps and sand |
[01:25.240] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[01:29.600] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[01:34.720] | Take its broken waist in your hand |
[01:44.770] | |
[01:45.329] | This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz |
[01:50.900] | With its very own breath of brandy and Death |
[01:56.700] | Dragging its tail in the sea |
[02:03.070] | There's a concert hall in Vienna |
[02:07.929] | Where your mouth had a thousand reviews |
[02:13.199] | There's a bar where the boys have stopped talking |
[02:17.899] | They've been sentenced to death by the blues |
[02:22.989] | Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture |
[02:28.290] | With a garland of freshly cut tears? |
[02:33.999] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[02:37.929] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[02:43.049] | Take this waltz it's been dying for years |
[02:53.939] | There's an attic where children are playing |
[02:58.929] | Where I've got to lie down with you soon |
[03:03.929] | In a dream of Hungarian lanterns |
[03:08.959] | In the mist of some sweet afternoon |
[03:14.009] | And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow |
[03:18.929] | All your sheep and your lilies of snow |
[03:24.378] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[03:30.390] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[03:33.609] | With its "I'll never forget you, you know!" |
[03:37.049] | This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ... |
[03:50.020] | With its very own breath of brandy and Death |
[03:55.699] | Dragging its tail in the sea |
[04:01.749] | And I'll dance with you in Vienna |
[04:07.049] | I'll be wearing a river's disguise |
[04:09.290] | The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, |
[04:17.290] | My mouth on the dew of your thighs |
[04:22.240] | And I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook, |
[04:27.230] | With the photographs there, and the moss |
[04:31.980] | And I'll yield to the flood of your beauty |
[04:37.559] | My cheap violin and my cross |
[04:42.700] | And you'll carry me down on your dancing |
[04:47.600] | To the pools that you lift on your wrist |
[04:52.700] | Oh my love, Oh my love |
[04:57.600] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[05:02.639] | 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 |
[00:03.600] | Now in Vienna there' s ten pretty women |
[00:09.299] | There' s a shoulder where Death comes to cry |
[00:14.100] | There' s a lobby with nine hundred windows |
[00:19.030] | There' s a tree where the doves go to die |
[00:24.220] | There' s a piece that was torn from the morning |
[00:29.220] | And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost |
[00:34.770] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[00:39.600] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[00:44.070] | Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws |
[00:52.680] | |
[00:54.300] | Oh I want you, I want you, I want you |
[00:59.730] | On a chair with a dead magazine |
[01:05.600] | In the cave at the tip of the lily |
[01:09.390] | In some hallways where love' s never been |
[01:15.000] | On a bed where the moon has been sweating |
[01:19.680] | In a cry filled with footsteps and sand |
[01:25.240] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[01:29.600] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[01:34.720] | Take its broken waist in your hand |
[01:44.770] | |
[01:45.329] | This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz |
[01:50.900] | With its very own breath of brandy and Death |
[01:56.700] | Dragging its tail in the sea |
[02:03.070] | There' s a concert hall in Vienna |
[02:07.929] | Where your mouth had a thousand reviews |
[02:13.199] | There' s a bar where the boys have stopped talking |
[02:17.899] | They' ve been sentenced to death by the blues |
[02:22.989] | Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture |
[02:28.290] | With a garland of freshly cut tears? |
[02:33.999] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[02:37.929] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[02:43.049] | Take this waltz it' s been dying for years |
[02:53.939] | There' s an attic where children are playing |
[02:58.929] | Where I' ve got to lie down with you soon |
[03:03.929] | In a dream of Hungarian lanterns |
[03:08.959] | In the mist of some sweet afternoon |
[03:14.009] | And I' ll see what you' ve chained to your sorrow |
[03:18.929] | All your sheep and your lilies of snow |
[03:24.378] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[03:30.390] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[03:33.609] | With its " I' ll never forget you, you know!" |
[03:37.049] | This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ... |
[03:50.020] | With its very own breath of brandy and Death |
[03:55.699] | Dragging its tail in the sea |
[04:01.749] | And I' ll dance with you in Vienna |
[04:07.049] | I' ll be wearing a river' s disguise |
[04:09.290] | The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, |
[04:17.290] | My mouth on the dew of your thighs |
[04:22.240] | And I' ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, |
[04:27.230] | With the photographs there, and the moss |
[04:31.980] | And I' ll yield to the flood of your beauty |
[04:37.559] | My cheap violin and my cross |
[04:42.700] | And you' ll carry me down on your dancing |
[04:47.600] | To the pools that you lift on your wrist |
[04:52.700] | Oh my love, Oh my love |
[04:57.600] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[05:02.639] | 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 |
[00:03.600] | Now in Vienna there' s ten pretty women |
[00:09.299] | There' s a shoulder where Death comes to cry |
[00:14.100] | There' s a lobby with nine hundred windows |
[00:19.030] | There' s a tree where the doves go to die |
[00:24.220] | There' s a piece that was torn from the morning |
[00:29.220] | And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost |
[00:34.770] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[00:39.600] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[00:44.070] | Take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws |
[00:52.680] | |
[00:54.300] | Oh I want you, I want you, I want you |
[00:59.730] | On a chair with a dead magazine |
[01:05.600] | In the cave at the tip of the lily |
[01:09.390] | In some hallways where love' s never been |
[01:15.000] | On a bed where the moon has been sweating |
[01:19.680] | In a cry filled with footsteps and sand |
[01:25.240] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[01:29.600] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[01:34.720] | Take its broken waist in your hand |
[01:44.770] | |
[01:45.329] | This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz |
[01:50.900] | With its very own breath of brandy and Death |
[01:56.700] | Dragging its tail in the sea |
[02:03.070] | There' s a concert hall in Vienna |
[02:07.929] | Where your mouth had a thousand reviews |
[02:13.199] | There' s a bar where the boys have stopped talking |
[02:17.899] | They' ve been sentenced to death by the blues |
[02:22.989] | Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture |
[02:28.290] | With a garland of freshly cut tears? |
[02:33.999] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[02:37.929] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[02:43.049] | Take this waltz it' s been dying for years |
[02:53.939] | There' s an attic where children are playing |
[02:58.929] | Where I' ve got to lie down with you soon |
[03:03.929] | In a dream of Hungarian lanterns |
[03:08.959] | In the mist of some sweet afternoon |
[03:14.009] | And I' ll see what you' ve chained to your sorrow |
[03:18.929] | All your sheep and your lilies of snow |
[03:24.378] | Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay |
[03:30.390] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[03:33.609] | With its " I' ll never forget you, you know!" |
[03:37.049] | This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ... |
[03:50.020] | With its very own breath of brandy and Death |
[03:55.699] | Dragging its tail in the sea |
[04:01.749] | And I' ll dance with you in Vienna |
[04:07.049] | I' ll be wearing a river' s disguise |
[04:09.290] | The hyacinth wild on my shoulder, |
[04:17.290] | My mouth on the dew of your thighs |
[04:22.240] | And I' ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, |
[04:27.230] | With the photographs there, and the moss |
[04:31.980] | And I' ll yield to the flood of your beauty |
[04:37.559] | My cheap violin and my cross |
[04:42.700] | And you' ll carry me down on your dancing |
[04:47.600] | To the pools that you lift on your wrist |
[04:52.700] | Oh my love, Oh my love |
[04:57.600] | Take this waltz, take this waltz |
[05:02.639] | It' s yours now. It' s all that there is |