through the noise, the balmy afternoon,

in a costume with

in the attic where the children play,

Take this waltz that dies in my arms.

In Vienna there are ten little girls,

violin and grave, the waltzing ribbons

Ay, ay, ay, ay!

in the museum of 九九藏书网winter frost.

my soul in a photographs and lilies,

I will leave my mouth between your legs,

a rivers head.

dreaming ancient lights of Hungary

I love you, I love you, I love you,

Take this broken-waisted waltz.

See how the hyacinths lwww.99lib.netine my banks!

Take this " I will always love you" waltz

and a forest of dried pigeons.

through the dark silence of your forehead

down the melancholy hallway,

with the armchair and the book of death,

that dips its tail in the ９9liｂ•ｎeｔsea.

In Vienna there are four mirrors

There is a death for piano

in the iriss darkened garret,

There is a thousand-windowed dance hall.

There are fresh garlands of tears.

that paints little boys blue.

and in the dark wake of your footsteps,

see九*九*藏*书*网ing sheep and irises of snow

There is a fragment of tomorrow

Ay, ay, ay, ay!

Ay, ay, ay, ay!

Because I love you, I love you, my love,

a shoulder for death to cry on,

There are beggars on the roof.

Take this close-九九藏书网mouthed waltz.

my love, my love, I will have to leave

In Vienna I will dance with you

Ay, ay, ay, ay!

of itself of death, and of brandy

Little waltz, little waltz, little waltz,

in which your mouth and the ehcoes play.