A surreal and melancholic visual interpretation of Leonard Cohen's "Take This Waltz." The scene is set in Vienna, featuring an ethereal, dreamlike atmosphere with elements of surrealism and nostalgia. The composition centers on a grand but faded concert hall, its walls adorned with peeling frescoes, its lobby featuring nine hundred tall, paned windows through which pale moonlight streams. A weeping willow tree stands outside, where ghostly white doves are perched. A gallery of frost-covered mirrors reflects fragmented, distorted images. A woman, embodying the "Death" entity, is seated on an ornate chair, crying over a dead magazine. A waltzing couple, their forms slightly transparent, dances in a cavernous hall filled with floating Hungarian lanterns. The overall color palette is muted, with splashes of deep blue, frosty white, and the warm glow of lanterns and brandy. The style is highly detailed, painterly, and evocative of Symbolist art, focusing on textures of worn velvet, cold marble, glistening frost, and flowing water, all conveying a profound sense of lyrical sorrow, romantic longing, and ephemeral beauty.
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Оригінальний промпт
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
Oh I want you, I want you, I want you
On a chair with a dead magazine
In the cave at the tip of the lily
In some hallways 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 lilies of snow
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay
Take this waltz, take this waltz
With its "I'll never forget you, you know!"
This waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz ...
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
Oh my love, Oh my love
Take this waltz, take this waltz
It's yours now. It's all that there is
Тег якості
high quality, year_2025, year_2024, ﹝Prompts﹞
Розмір
768 x 1280
Кроки вибірки
25
Метод семплінгу
Euler
Масштаб CFG
4.5
Негативні
bad quality, low quality, worst quality, lowres, nsfw, jpeg artifacts, scan artifacts, mosaic, cropped, error, fewer digits, bad reflection, bad composition, bad anatomy, bad hands, bad fingers, missing fingers, extra hands, extra legs, excess fingers, light particles, artist name, text, watermark, username, copyright name