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Leonard Cohen - Take This Waltz (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jennifer Warnes
Jennifer Warnes
Vocals
Evelyine Hebey
Evelyine Hebey
Vocals
Mayel Assouly
Mayel Assouly
Vocals
Elisabeth Valletti
Elisabeth Valletti
Vocals
Raffi Hakopian
Raffi Hakopian
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen
Songwriter
Federico García Lorca
Federico García Lorca
Poetry
Jean-Philippe Rykiel
Jean-Philippe Rykiel
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gean-Michel Reusser
Gean-Michel Reusser
Producer
Roscoe Beck
Roscoe Beck
Producer
Jean-Jacques Perruchon
Jean-Jacques Perruchon
Engineer
Leanne Ungar
Leanne Ungar
Engineer
Kevin Beauchamp
Kevin Beauchamp
Engineer
Gavin Lurssen
Gavin Lurssen
Mastering Engineer
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 There's a tree where the doves go to die There's a piece that was torn from the morning And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost Aey, aey, aey, aey 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 a cave at the tip of the lily In some hallway where love's never been On a bed where the moon has been sweating In a cry filled with footsteps and sand Aey, aey, aey, aey 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 They've been sentenced to death by the blues Ah but who is it climbs to your picture With a garland of freshly cut tears? Aey, aey, aey, aey 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 In the mist of some sweet afternoon And I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow All your sheep and your lilies of snow Aey, aey, aey, aey 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 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 My cheap violin and my cross And you'll 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 It's yours now, it's all that there is
Writer(s): Leonard Cohen, Garcia Lorca Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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