through the dark silence of your forehead

Ay, ay, ay, ay!

through the noise, the balmy afternoon,

There is a fragment of tomorrow

Ay, ay, ay, ay!

dreaming ancient lights of Hungary

in the attic where the children play,

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of itself of death, and of brandy

Take this broken-waisted waltz.

down the melancholy hallway,

Ay, ay, ay, ay!

and a forest of dried pigeons.

in the museum of winter f九-九-藏-書rost.

Take this close-mouthed waltz.

with the armchair and the book of death,

in which your mouth and the ehcoes play.

There is a death for piano

my soul in a photographs and lilies,

Take this " I will always love you" waltz

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

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

seeing sheep and irises of snow

See how the hyacinths line my banks!

in the iriss darkened garret九_九_藏_書,

in a costume with

Take this waltz that dies in my arms.

a shoulder for death to cry on,

In Vienna I will dance with you

I will leave my mouth between your legs,

There are fresh garlands of tears.

that paints little boys blue.

a rivers head.

In Vienna 九_九_藏_書there are four mirrors

Ay, ay, ay, ay!

violin and grave, the waltzing ribbons

and in the dark wake of your footsteps,

In Vienna there are ten little girls,

that dips its tail in the sea.

Little waltz, little waltz, little waltz,

There are beggars on the roof.