Take this waltz...

Leonard Cohen (youtube)

Now in vienna there's ten pretty women,
Theres a shoulder where death comes to cry...

Theres a lobby with nine hundred windows,
Theres a tree where the doves go to die...

Theres 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 loves 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...

Theres a concert hall in vienna,
Where your mouth had a thousand reviews...

Theres a bar where the boys have stopped talking,
Theyve 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 its been dying for years...

Theres an attic where children are playing,
Where Ive got to lie down with you soon...

In a dream of hungarian lanterns,
In the mist of some sweet afternoon...

And Ill see what youve chained to your sorrow,
All your sheep and your lilies of snow...

Ay, ay, ay, ay...

Take this waltz, take this waltz,
With its Ill never forget you, you know!

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...

And Ill dance with you in vienna,
Ill be wearing a rivers disguise...

The hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
My mouth on the dew of your thighs..

And Ill bury my soul in a scrapbook,
With the photographs there, and the moss...

And Ill yield to the flood of your beauty,
My cheap violin and my cross...

And youll 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,
Its yours now. its all that there is...

TRADUÇÃO:

Agora em Viena há dez mulheres belas,
Há um ombro onde a Morte vem chorar...

Há um átrio com novecentas janelas,
Há uma árvore onde as pombas vão para morrer...

Há um pedaço arrancado da manhã,
suspenso na Galeria Gelada…

Ai, ai, ai, ai...

Aceite esta valsa, esta valsa, esta valsa,
com uma mordaça em suas mandíbulas...

Ah, eu te quero, te quero, te quero,
numa cadeira com uma revista morta…

Na caverna da ponta de um lírio,
em um corredor aonde o amor nunca esteve…

Numa cama onde a Lua esteve suando,
num choro cheio de pegadas e areia…

Ai, ai, ai ai...

Aceite esta valsa, aceite esta valsa,
aceite sua cintura quebrada em sua mão…

Esta valsa, esta valsa, esta valsa, esta valsa,
com o seu próprio hálito de brandy e morte,
arrastando a sua cauda no mar…

Há uma sala de concertos em Viena,
onde sua boca mil vezes cantou…

Há um bar onde os jovens pararam de falar,
pois foram sentenciados à morte, pelos Blues...

Ah, mas quem ousa escalar até o teu retrato...
com uma coroa de lágrimas recém colhidas?

Ai, ai, ai, ai…

Aceite esta valsa, aceite esta valsa, esta valsa,
que está morrendo há anos…

Há um sótão onde as crianças estão brincando,
Aonde tenho que deitar contigo em breve...

Num sonho emoldurado por lanternas húngaras,
na neblina de um doce entardecer…

E eu verei o que, à tua tristeza, acorrentaste,
Todas as tuas ovelhas e os teus lírios da neve…

Ai, ai, ai, ai…

Aceite esta valsa, aceite esta valsa, esta valsa,
Com ela eu nunca te esquecerei, você sabe!

Esta valsa, esta valsa, esta valsa, esta valsa,
com o seu próprio hálito de brandy e morte,
arrastando a sua cauda no mar…

E dançarei contigo em Viena
e irei disfarçado de rio,
Com um jacinto selvagem em meu ombro,
e minha boca, no orvalho das tuas coxas...

E sepultarei a alma num velho livro,
Com as fotografias e o mofo…

E renderei à correnteza da tua beleza,
o meu violino barato e a minha cruz...

E você me carregará em sua dança,
para os lagos que você carrega nos pulsos...

Ó meu amor, ó meu amor...

Aceite esta valsa, esta valsa, esta valsa…

É tua agora. E é tudo que existe...

Alessandra Leaving - youtube

Suddenly the night has grown colder.
The God of love preparing to depart.
Alexandra hoisted on his shoulder,
They slip between the sentries of the heart.

Upheld by the simplicities of pleasure,
They gain the light, they formlessly entwine;
And radiant beyond your widest measure
They fall among the voices and the wine.

Its not a trick, your senses all deceiving,
A fitful dream, the morning will exhaust c
Say goodbye to alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to alexandra lost.

Even though she sleeps upon your satin;
Even though she wakes you with a kiss.
Do not say the moment was imagined;
Do not stoop to strategies like this.

As someone long prepared for this to happen,
Go firmly to the window. drink it in.
Exquisite music. alexandra laughing.
Your firm commitments tangible again.

And you who had the honor of her evening,
And by the honor had your own restored
Say goodbye to alexandra leaving;
Alexandra leaving with her lord.

Even though she sleeps upon your satin;
Even though she wakes you with a kiss.
Do not say the moment was imagined;
Do not stoop to strategies like this.

As someone long prepared for the occasion;
In full command of every plan you wrecked
Do not choose a cowards explanation
That hides behind the cause and the effect.

And you who were bewildered by a meaning;
Whose code was broken, crucifix uncrossed
Say goodbye to alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to alexandra lost.
Say goodbye to alexandra leaving.
Then say goodbye to alexandra lost.