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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen
Vocals
Roscoe Beck
Roscoe Beck
Bass
Neil Larsen
Neil Larsen
Keyboards
Rafael Gayol
Rafael Gayol
Drums
Mitch Watkins
Mitch Watkins
Guitar
Javier Mas
Javier Mas
Guitar
Alex Bublitchi
Alex Bublitchi
Violin
Sharon Robinson
Sharon Robinson
Vocals
Charley Webb
Charley Webb
Vocals
Hattie Webb
Hattie Webb
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leonard Cohen
Leonard Cohen
Songwriter
Federico García Lorca
Federico García Lorca
Poetry
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ed Sanders
Ed Sanders
Producer
Mark Vreeken
Mark Vreeken
Recording Engineer
Naomi Scully
Naomi Scully
Mixing Engineer
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
Robert Hadley
Robert Hadley
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
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 love'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
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?
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
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
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...
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
Written by: Federico García Lorca, Leonard Cohen
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