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2 Jan 2010 by

S-au terminat petrecerile? La noi nu!

Pe 7 o sărbătorim pe Irina, o cheamă şi Ioana.

Pe 12 îl luăm de la aeroport pe tata.

Pe 17 e ziua Nataliei.

Pe 18 Irina împlineşte 5 ani.

Deci, încă nu puneţi în cutii pantofii de dans, chiar dacă nu mai aveţi cu cine dansa…

Take this Waltz!

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

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6 Comments

  1. Vezi ca mi-am pus Rochia si vin:)

    Adica taman ce-am onorat intr-un fel leapsa aia de la tine din august, cu rochitele:)))

    Pupam tare, la multi ani si un ianuarie superb!

  2. Andreea Badran

    Of, m-ai ucis cu Cohen. Si mai e si una din melodiile mele preferate … Doar stii cat il ador nu?
    Sa sarbatoriti dragelor, eventual si pt astia mai amarati asa si care n-au parte de atata distractie la inceput de 2010.
    De urat ti-am urat? Nu cred ca am apucat. Asadar, sa aveti parte amandoua de tot binele din lume, de toata fericirea pamantului si va tin pumnii stransi sa va iasa planurile, toate, toate, exact asa cum vi le-ati facut.

  3. Mira

    M-ai omorat cu asta! Melodia asta a fost valsul miresei la nunta mea …acum 100 de ani…eh…mi-era dor! Multam!

  4. Mira

    Pai sa ne gandim…hm… rochia e in dulapul meu, din camera mea, acasa la mama! Pantofii… nu mai stiu unde sunt. (din motive necunoscute chiar nici de mine, am ales sa nu ii mai port niciodata ca sa ramana “de mireasa”), voalul si accesoriile- in cutie cu rochia, eu sunt acasa cu bebelusul, pozele…sute…undeva …in calculator…iar nunta…parca a fost acum 100 de ani. Dar cand il ascult pe Cohen, toate astea se aduna, reinvie si nimic nu s-a schimbat…de 100 de ani!

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