歌曲 | Take This Waltz |
歌手 | Leonard Cohen |
专辑 | I'm Your Man |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[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 |
[00:03.600] | 现在在维也纳有十个美丽的女子 |
[00:09.299] | 有一双肩膀,死神都来寻求慰藉 |
[00:14.100] | 有一个大厅,它有着九百个窗户 |
[00:19.030] | 有一棵大树,鸽子都去那里安息 |
[00:24.220] | 有一块碎片,从早晨的身上撕下 |
[00:29.220] | 悬挂在霜之长廊上 |
[00:34.770] | 哎,哎哎哎 |
[00:39.600] | 跳支华尔兹,跳支华尔兹 |
[00:44.070] | 紧夹着下颚,跳支华尔兹 |
[00:54.300] | 噢我想要你,想得到你,想占有你 |
[00:59.730] | 在放着死气沉沉杂志的椅子上 |
[01:05.600] | 在百合绽放的末梢上的洞穴内 |
[01:09.390] | 在爱从来未曾降临过的走廊里 |
[01:15.000] | 在月亮一直冒着汗珠的河床上 |
[01:19.680] | 在充满脚步声和沙子的泣声中 |
[01:25.240] | 哎,哎哎哎 |
[01:29.600] | 跳支华尔兹,跳支华尔兹 |
[01:34.720] | 用你的手护住破碎的腰部 |
[01:45.329] | 这支华尔兹,这支华尔兹 |
[01:50.900] | 带着独有的白兰地与死神的气息 |
[01:56.700] | 拖拽着它的尾巴沉入大海 |
[02:03.070] | 在维也纳有一座音乐厅 |
[02:07.929] | 在你的嘴边有千种评论 |
[02:13.199] | 在一间酒吧里,男孩们停止交谈 |
[02:17.899] | 他们被布鲁斯宣判了死刑 |
[02:22.989] | 啊,但谁爬上了你的照片 |
[02:28.290] | 带着新鲜眼泪花环的照片 |
[02:33.999] | 哎,哎哎哎 |
[02:37.929] | 跳支华尔兹,跳支华尔兹 |
[02:43.049] | 跳支已垂死多年的华尔兹 |
[02:53.939] | 有一座孩子们在那嬉戏的阁楼 |
[02:58.929] | 不久之后我会与你躺倒在那里 |
[03:03.929] | 在一个带有匈牙利灯笼的梦里 |
[03:08.959] | 在某个甜蜜午后的氤氲迷雾中 |
[03:14.009] | 我会看到那拴住你悲伤的桎梏 |
[03:18.929] | 你所有的绵羊和所有的雪百合 |
[03:24.378] | 哎,哎哎哎 |
[03:30.390] | 跳支华尔兹,跳支华尔兹 |
[03:33.609] | 连同它的“汝知吾永不相忘” |
[03:37.049] | 这支华尔兹,这支华尔兹 |
[03:50.020] | 带着独有的白兰地与死神的气息 |
[03:55.699] | 拖拽着它的尾巴沉入大海 |
[04:01.749] | 而我会与你在维也纳共舞 |
[04:07.049] | 我会装扮成河流的伪装者 |
[04:09.290] | 风信子凌乱散落在我肩上 |
[04:17.290] | 我的嘴在你腿上的露珠上 |
[04:22.240] | 我会将我的灵魂埋藏于剪贴簿里 |
[04:27.230] | 那里有一些相片和一些青色苔藓 |
[04:31.980] | 而我会臣服于你溢流出美貌之下 |
[04:37.559] | 我廉价的小提琴和我的十字项链 |
[04:42.700] | 而你会把我带领到你的舞蹈之中 |
[04:47.600] | 步向你在你的手腕上升起的池林 |
[04:52.700] | 噢我的爱人,噢我的爱人 |
[04:57.600] | 跳支华尔兹,跳支华尔兹 |
[05:02.639] | 现在这是你的了,仅有的都是你的了 |