In Vienna there are ten girls
A shoulder where death sobs
And a forest of stuffed pigeons
There is a fragment of the morning
In the museum of frost
br/>There is a room with a thousand windows
Ay ay ay ay take this waltz, this waltz
This waltz with your mouth closed
This waltz, this waltz
This waltz , this waltz
Of self, of death and of cognac
That dips its tail in the sea
This waltz
And in Vienna there are four mirrors
Where your mouth and echoes play
There is a death for piano
That paints the boys blue
There are beggars on the roofs
Fresh garlands of tears
Oh, oh, oh, take this waltz, this waltz
This waltz that is dying in my arms
This waltz, this waltz
This waltz, this waltz
Of yes, of death and coñac
That dips its tail in the sea
This waltz, this waltz
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la , la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, ohh, la, la, la
Of sÃÂ , of death and cognac
That dips its tail in the sea
This walz, this waltz
This waltz, this waltz
This waltz

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