take this waltz

• leonard cohen'in, sozleri federico garcia lorca'nin bir siirine dayali olan, vals tempolu, biraz monoton ama gene de harika, melankolik sarkisi.
  
  sozlerini yazayim da tam olsun:
  
  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.
  
  i want you, i want you, i want you
  on a chair with a dead magazine
  in the cave at the tip of the lilly
  in some hallway 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 lillies of snow
  ay, ay, ay, ay
  take this waltz, take this waltz with its "i'll never forget you, you know!"
  
  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
  o my love, o my love
  take this waltz, take this waltz
  it's yours now, it's all that there is.
  
  sarkinin sozlerinin dayandigi, f. g. lorca’ya ait orijinal dizeler (daha dogrusu orijinal dizelerin ingilizce tercumesi) de soyle imis:
  
  "little viennese waltz"
  
  in vienna there are ten little girls,
  a shoulder for death to cry on,
  and a forest of dried pigeons.
  there is a fragment of tomorrow
  in the museum of winter frost.
  there is a thousand-windowed dance hall.
  
  ay, ay, ay, ay!
  take this close-mouthed waltz.
  little waltz, little waltz, little waltz,
  of itself, of death, and of brandy
  that dips its tail in the sea.
  
  i love you, i love you, i love you,
  with the armchair and the book of death,
  down the melancholy hallway,
  in the iris's darkened garret,
  in our bed that was once the moon's bed,
  and in that dance the turtle dreamed of.
  
  ay, ay, ay, ay!
  take this broken-waisted waltz.
  
  in vienna there are four mirrors
  in which your mouth and the echoes play.
  there is a death for piano
  that paints the little boys blue.
  there are beggars on the roof.
  there are fresh garlands of tears.
  
  ay, ay, ay, ay!
  take this waltz that dies in my arms.
  
  because i love you, i love you, my love,
  in the attic where the children play,
  dreaming ancient lights of hungary
  through the noise, the balmy afternoon,
  seeing sheep and irises of snow
  through the dark silence of your forehead.
  
  ay, ay, ay, ay!
  take this "i will always love you" waltz.
  in vienna i will dance with you
  in a costume with
  a river's head.
  see how the hyacinths line my banks!
  i will leave my mouth between your legs,
  my soul in photographs and lilies,
  and in the dark wake of your footsteps,
  my love, my love, i will have to leave
  violin and grave, the waltzing ribbons.
• (bkz: waltz 2)
• dinledikçe insanın içine hüzünle beraber garip bir huzuru da yerleştiren,tekrar üstüne tekrar dinledikçe daha da güzelleşen;tekrar ettikçe zaten hiç bitmiyormuş saatlerce devam ediyormuş hissi verebilen şarkı.
• en güzel "ay ay ay"ların duyulduğu şarkıdır. mutluluktur, hiçbir şeyi düşünmemektir bu şarkı. viyana'da olmak ister insan, vals yapmak ister, aşık olmak ister, avazı çıktığı kadar bağırmak ister "take this waltz" diye...
• "ay ay ay"ların insana en çok acı vererek duyulduğu şarkıdır. herşeyi düşünmektir bu şarkı. viyana'da olmak istemez insan. vals yapmak ister ama hareketsizce; avazı çıktığı kadar susmak ister. çünkü şu vardır: "there's a piece that was torn from the morning,/ and it hangs in the gallery of frost." ve de böylelikle "ah, but who is it climbs to your picture/with a garland of freshly cut tears?" sorusu yanıtsız kalır. kimsedir o kimsesizlik. kimse olamayacaktır. kesiktir gözyaşları taze çiçekler gibi. ve sonunda: "and i'll bury my soul in a scrapbook/with the photographs there, and the moss,"
  
  yaparız, yapacağızdır, yaparım. hayat vardır şarkıdan önce çünkü. onu içinde barındıran.
• valsimsi olmak zorunda degildi illa ki. bambaska da olabilirdi muzigi. cohen demis ki: karanlik seylerin nesesi. siir kadar, siirinin yeniden uyarlanmasi kadar dahice olan bu gufteye bu muziktir.
• "take this waltz with the clamp on its jaws"
  
  "take this waltz with its "i'll never forget you, you know!"
  
  olağanüstü bir anlatış. evet, bu.
• cohen'in güzel şarkısını kendisine isim alarak bir aşk üçgenini anlatmaya meyleden çekim aşamasındaki filmdir. yönetmen koltuğunda sarah polley görünüyor. kendisine karşı sempati beslediğimi söylemeden edemeyeceğim. üçgenin iki ucu şimdilik michelle williams ve seth rogen. üçüncü henüz kesin değil. romantik dram bazlı olacağını tahmin ettiğim filmi şimdilik yarı unutup, yarı hatırlayarak beklemeye devam edeceğiz.
• google yamulmuyorsa lorcanın bu şiiriden esinlenmiştir
  
  pequeño vals vienés
  
  en viena hay diez muchachas,
  un hombro donde solloza la muerte
  y un bosque de palomas disecadas.
  hay un fragmento de la mañana
  en el museo de la escarcha.
  hay un salón con mil ventanas.
  
  ¡ay, ay, ay, ay!
  toma este vals con la boca cerrada.
  
  este vals, este vals, este vals, este vals,
  de sí, de muerte y de coñac
  que moja su cola en el mar.
  
  te quiero, te quiero, te quiero,
  con la butaca y el libro muerto,
  por el melancólico pasillo,
  en el oscuro desván del lirio,
  en nuestra cama de la luna
  y en la danza que sueña la tortuga.
  
  ¡ay, ay, ay, ay!
  toma este vals de quebrada cintura.
  
  en viena hay cuatro espejos
  donde juegan tu boca y los ecos.
  hay una muerte para piano
  que pinta de azul a los muchachos.
  hay mendigos por los tejados,
  hay frescas guirnaldas de llanto.
  
  ¡ay, ay, ay, ay!
  toma este vals que se muere en mis brazos.
  
  porque te quiero, te quiero, amor mío,
  en el desván donde juegan los niños,
  soñando viejas luces de hungría
  por los rumores de la tarde tibia,
  viendo ovejas y lirios de nieve
  por el silencio oscuro de tu frente.
  
  ¡ay, ay, ay, ay!
  toma este vals, este vals del "te quiero siempre".
  
  en viena bailaré contigo
  con un disfraz que tenga
  cabeza de río.
  ¡mira qué orillas tengo de jacintos!
  dejaré mi boca entre tus piernas,
  mi alma en fotografías y azucenas,
  y en las ondas oscuras de tu andar
  quiero, amor mío, amor mío, dejar,
  violín y sepulcro, las cintas del vals.
• cohen'in hattie webb isminde muhteşem sese sahip bir hanımefendiyle düet yaptığı konser kaydı için;
  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v8vwvo0ewde
  ("..and i'll dance with you in vienna.." kısmının söylendiği 03:56'dan itibaren cohen'e ve webb'e dikkat edin lütfen. bir şarkı ancak bu kadar hissederek ve hissettirilerek söylenir sanırım.)