Lirik Lagu Take This Waltz - Leonard Cohen
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Now in Vienna there are ten pretty womenThere's a shoulder where Death comes to cryThere's a lobby with nine hundred windowsThere's a tree where the doves go to dieThere's a piece that was torn from the morning,And it hangs in the Gallery of FrostAy, Ay, Ay, AyTake this waltz, take this waltzTake this waltz with the clamp on its jawsI want you, I want you, I want youOn a chair with a dead magazineIn the cave at the tip of the lilly,In some hallway where love's never beenOn a bed where the moon has been sweating,In a cry filled with footsteps and sandAy, Ay, Ay, AyTake this waltz, take this waltzTake its broken waist in your hand
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltzWith its very own breath of brandy and DeathDragging its tail in the sea
There's a concert hall in ViennaWhere your mouth had a thousand reviewsThere's a bar where the boys have stopped talkingThey've been sentenced to death by the bluesAh, but who is it climbs to your pictureWith a garland of freshly cut tears?Ay, Ay, Ay, AyTake this waltz, take this waltzTake 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 afternoonAnd I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow,All your sheep and your lillies of snowAy, Ay, Ay, AyTake this waltz, take this waltzWith its "I'll never forget you, you know!"
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltzWith its very own breath of brandy and DeathDragging its tail in the sea
And I'll dance with you in ViennaI'll be wearing a river's disguiseThe hyacinth wild on my shoulder,My mouth on the dew of your thighsAnd I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,With the photographs there, and the mossAnd I'll yield to the flood
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltzWith its very own breath of brandy and DeathDragging its tail in the sea
There's a concert hall in ViennaWhere your mouth had a thousand reviewsThere's a bar where the boys have stopped talkingThey've been sentenced to death by the bluesAh, but who is it climbs to your pictureWith a garland of freshly cut tears?Ay, Ay, Ay, AyTake this waltz, take this waltzTake 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 afternoonAnd I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow,All your sheep and your lillies of snowAy, Ay, Ay, AyTake this waltz, take this waltzWith its "I'll never forget you, you know!"
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltzWith its very own breath of brandy and DeathDragging its tail in the sea
And I'll dance with you in ViennaI'll be wearing a river's disguiseThe hyacinth wild on my shoulder,My mouth on the dew of your thighsAnd I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook,With the photographs there, and the mossAnd I'll yield to the flood
