Pequeño vals vienés [English translation]

In Vienna there are 10 girls

one shoulder where death sobs

and a forest of stuffed doves

There's a fragment of the morning

in the museum of frost

There's a room with a thousand windows

Ay, ay, ay, ay!

Take this waltz, this waltz, this waltz with mouth closed.

And in Vienna there are 4 mirrors

where your mouth and the echoes play

There's a death for piano

which paints boys blue.

There are beggars on the rooftops.

There are fresh garlands of wailing.

Ay, ay, ay, ay!

Take this waltz, this waltz, this waltz which is dying in my arms.

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz,

of itself, of death, of cognac

which wets its tail in the sea.

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

in the loft where the children play,

dreaming old lights of Hungary

through the whisperings of the warm afternoon,

seeing sheep and snow lilies

through the dark silence of your forehead.

Ay, ay, ay, ay!

Take this waltz, this waltz, this broken waist waltz

In Vienna, I'll dance with you

with a disguise having

a head of a river.

Look what a shore of hyacinths I have!

I will leave my mouth in between your legs,

my soul in photographs and lilies,

and in the dark waves of your going

I want, my love, my love, to leave behind,

violin and tomb, the ribbons of the waltz.

Ay, ay, ay, ay!

Take this waltz, this waltz, which is dying in my arms.

This waltz, this waltz, this waltz,

of itself, of death, of cognac

which wets its tail in the sea.

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

• Artist:Sílvia Pérez Cruz