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Leonard Cohen - Take This Waltz

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Piesa Leonard Cohen Take This Waltz face parte de pe albumul I m Your Man , lansat in anul 1988 la casa de discuri Columbia .

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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 theGallery of Frost 
 
Aey, aey, aey, aey 
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 hallway where love's never been 
On a bed where the moon has been sweating 
In a cry filled with footsteps and sand 
 
Aey, aey, aey, aey 
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? 
 
Aey, aey, aey, aey 
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 
 
Aey, aey, aey, aey 
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 
 
Aey, aey, aey, aey


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