Текст песни Cohen, Leonard - Take This Waltz

(chords in the brackets are optional)

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
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There's a tree where the doves go to die
There's a piece that was torn from the morning
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And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
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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
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In some hallways where love's never been
On a bed where the moon has been sweating
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In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
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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
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They've been sentenced to death by the blues
Ah, but who is it climbs to your picture
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With a garland of freshly cut tears?
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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
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In the mist of some sweet afternoon
And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
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All your sheep and your lilies of snow
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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
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
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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
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My cheap violin and my cross
And you'll carry me down on your dancing
To the pools that you lift on your wrist
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Oh my love, oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now, it's all that there is

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