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October 14, 2003
跳支华尔兹
TAKE THIS WALTS by 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 ...
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.
维也纳有十个美丽的女人
有连死亡也要哭泣的肩膀
有九百扇窗户的大厅
有鸽子会死去的树
有从清晨撕裂的碎片
挂在弗罗斯特画廊
哎，哎，哎，哎
跳支华尔兹，跳支华尔兹
在它下颌的紧夹里跳支华尔兹
哦，我想要你，我想要你，我想要你
拿着本死杂志坐在椅子上
在百合花末梢的洞穴里
在爱情从来都不会光顾的走廊里
在月亮冒汗的床上
在充斥着脚步声和沙的哭声中
哎，哎，哎，哎
跳支华尔兹，跳支华尔兹
用你手搂住它的断腰
这支华尔兹，这支华尔兹，这支华尔兹，这支华尔兹
带者它自己的白兰地和死亡的气息
在海里拖着它的尾巴
维也纳有个音乐礼堂
在那里，你的嘴有上千条评论
有个酒吧，里面的男孩们停止了谈论
他们被忧郁的布鲁斯宣判了死亡
哎，是谁在攀缘
你那挂着新鲜眼泪花环的照片？
哎，哎，哎，哎
跳支华尔兹，跳支华尔兹
跳支华尔兹，它已垂死挣扎多年
那儿有孩子们嬉戏的阁楼
我亦会很快躺在你的身边
在一个有匈牙利提灯的梦里
在有点甜蜜的午后薄雾里
我将看到你所栓住的悲哀
你所有的绵羊和雪白的百合
跳支华尔兹，跳支华尔兹
连同它的“如你所知，我绝不会忘掉你”
这支华尔兹，这支华尔兹，这支华尔兹，这支华尔兹
我要和你在维也纳跳舞
我将穿上河流的伪装
狂野的风信子在我的肩上
我的嘴在你大腿的露珠上
我将在剪报簿里埋葬我的灵魂
连同相片和苔藓
我将屈服于你美丽的洪水
我的廉价小提琴，我的十字架
你把我带到你的舞蹈中
带到你放在手腕的球场中
哦，我的爱人，哦，我的爱人
跳支华尔兹，跳支华尔兹
它现在是你的，它全都是你的。
Posted by sunsethouse at October 14, 2003 02:12 PM
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