And I will dance with you in Vienna,
I will disguise myself as a river.
The wild hyacinth on my shoulder
my mouth on the dew of your thighs.
And I will bury my soul in an album,
with the photographs and the moss.
And I will surrender to the flood of your beauty,
handing you my second-hand violin and my cross.
(Take this waltz)

ehhhhhhh.....