歌曲 | Take This Waltz (Live In London) |
歌手 | Leonard Cohen |
专辑 | Live In London |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[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 |
[00:01.560] | 现在,在维也纳,有十个美丽的女人 |
[00:07.070] | 有一对香肩 死神见了都不禁动容 |
[00:12.040] | 有一间大厅 装了整整九百扇窗户 |
[00:17.130] | 有一棵大树 鸽子们在此交付生命 |
[00:22.150] | 有一块碎片 是从清晨摘取的片段 |
[00:27.310] | 它正挂在结霜之画廊 |
[00:32.920] | 哎,哎哎哎 |
[00:37.220] | 跳这支华尔兹吧,跳这支华尔兹吧 |
[00:42.360] | 抓紧这支华尔兹,夹住它的下颚 |
[00:52.560] | 哦我想要你,我想要你,我想要你 |
[00:57.430] | 在放着过时杂志的椅子上 |
[01:02.730] | 在百合花梢上的山洞里 |
[01:07.600] | 在爱情从未抵达的长廊里 |
[01:13.000] | 在月光流溢的床上 |
[01:17.870] | 在充斥脚步声和砂砾的哭泣中 |
[01:23.350] | 哎,哎哎哎 |
[01:27.900] | 跳这支华尔兹吧,跳这支华尔兹吧 |
[01:32.950] | 抱紧这支华尔兹纤弱的腰,不让它从手心溜走 |
[01:43.450] | 这支华尔兹,这支华尔兹,这支华尔兹,这支华尔兹啊 |
[01:48.400] | 它有着独特的白兰地香和死亡气息 |
[01:53.470] | 抓住它的尾巴沉入海底 |
[02:00.750] | 维也纳有一个音乐厅 |
[02:06.170] | 那里的音乐丰富到你能有一千种不同的体味 |
[02:11.280] | 有一个酒吧 那里的男孩们都缄默不语 |
[02:16.030] | 因为他们已被忧郁判处死刑 |
[02:21.130] | 啊,但这是谁进入了你的相片 |
[02:26.280] | 戴着新鲜眼泪编织的花环? |
[02:31.980] | 哎,哎哎哎 |
[02:36.260] | 跳这支华尔兹吧,跳这支华尔兹吧 |
[02:41.230] | 跳这支走向死亡多年的华尔兹 |
[02:51.700] | 那里有一间孩子们玩耍的阁楼 |
[02:56.910] | 马上我想与你在此共眠 |
[03:02.040] | 我们会梦见很多匈牙利式的灯笼 |
[03:06.940] | 在那些甜蜜下午的迷雾中 |
[03:12.090] | 然后我想看看到底是什么把你锁在忧伤之中 |
[03:17.050] | 还有你所有的羊,和你那雪做的百合 |
[03:22.400] | 哎,哎哎哎 |
[03:26.930] | 跳这支华尔兹吧,跳这支华尔兹吧 |
[03:31.650] | 和一句“你知道的,我永远不会忘记你!” |
[03:42.600] | 这支华尔兹,这支华尔兹,这支华尔兹,这支华尔兹啊 |
[03:47.680] | 它有着白兰地香和死亡气息的呼吸 |
[03:53.010] | 抓住它的尾巴沉入海底 |
[03:59.880] | 然后我要在维也纳与你共舞 |
[04:04.960] | 我要假扮成一条河流 |
[04:10.250] | 风信子在我的肩上怒放 |
[04:15.210] | 我的唇尽情享受你大腿的芬芳 |
[04:20.330] | 然后我要把我的灵魂埋葬于一个剪贴簿 |
[04:25.330] | 和那里拍的相片,还有苔藓 |
[04:30.140] | 然后我将拜倒在你的石榴裙下 |
[04:35.290] | 献上我廉价的小提琴和我的十字架 |
[04:40.570] | 然后你将与我共舞直到天昏地暗 |
[04:45.280] | 你的手高高地搭着我走向舞池 |
[04:50.420] | 哦我的爱,哦我的爱 |
[04:55.440] | 跳这支华尔兹吧,跳这支华尔兹吧 |
[05:01.000] | 现在这些都是你的了,这里所有的一切 |