Letra 'Take This Waltz' de 'Leonard cohen' traducida al español

Now in vienna there are ten pretty women
thereand's a shoulder where death comes to cry
thereand's a lobby with nine hundred windows
thereand's a tree where the doves go to die
thereand'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
i want you, i want you, i want you
on a chair with a dead magazine
in the cave at the tip of the lilly,
in some hallway where loveand'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
Thereand's a concert hall in vienna
where your mouth had a thousand reviews
thereand's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
theyand'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, itand's been dying for years
Thereand's an attic where children are playing,
where iand've got to lie down with you soon,
in a dream of hungarian lanterns,
in the mist of some sweet afternoon
and iand'll see what youand've chained to your sorrow,
all your sheep and your lillies of snow
ay, ay, ay, ay
take this waltz, take this waltz
with its andquot;iand'll never forget you, you know!andquot;
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
with its very own breath of brandy and death
dragging its tail in the sea
And iand'll dance with you in vienna
iand'll be wearing a riverand's disguise
the hyacinth wild on my shoulder,
my mouth on the dew of your thighs
and iand'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
with the photographs there, and the moss
and iand'll yield to the flood of your beauty
my cheap violin and my cross
and youand'll carry me down on your dancing
to the pools that you lift on your wrist
o my love, o my love
take this waltz, take this waltz
itand's yours now. itand's all that there is

Ahora en Viena hay diez mujeres bonitas
thereand un hombro donde la muerte viene a llorar
thereand un hall de entrada con 900 ventanas
thereand de un árbol, donde las palomas van a morir
thereand es una pieza que fue arrancado de la mañana,
y se cuelga en la galería de las heladas
ay, ay, ay, ay
Toma este vals, tomar este vals
Toma este vals con la pinza en sus mandíbulas
Te quiero, te quiero, te quiero
en una silla con una revista de muertos
en la cueva en la punta de la lilly,
en algunos pasillo donde loveand nunca ha sido
en una cama donde la luna ha estado sudando,
en un grito lleno de pisadas y arena
ay, ay, ay, ay
Toma este vals, tomar este vals
tomar su cintura rota en la mano
Este vals, este vals, este vals, este vals
con su aliento muy propio de brandy y la muerte
arrastrando su cola en el mar
Thereand de una sala de conciertos en Viena
donde está su boca había un millar de exámenes
thereand un bar donde los chicos han dejado de hablar
theyand've sido condenado a muerte por el blues
ah, pero que se sube a la imagen
con una guirnalda de lágrimas recién cortadas?
ay, ay, ay, ay
Toma este vals, tomar este w

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