Helena Bonham Carter - Poor Thing - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

There was a barber and his wife

And he was beautiful

A proper artist with a knife

But they transported him for life

And he was beautiful...

Barker, his name was. Benjamin Barker.

Sweeney:

...What was his crime?

Mrs. Lovett:

Foolishness.

He had this wife, you see

Pretty little thing, silly little nit

Had her chance for the moon on a string

Poor thing! Poor thing...

There was this judge, you see

Wanted her like mad

Everyday he'd send her a flower

But did she come down from her tower?

Sat up there and sobbed by the hour

Poor fool.

Ah but there was worse yet to come, poor thing...

The Beadle calls on her, all polite

Poor thing, poor thing

"The Judge," he tells her, "is all contrite, "He blames himself for her dreadful plight, "She MUST come straight to his house tonight!" Poor thing, poor thing!

(Ball music)

Of course when she goes there, poor thing, poor thing!

They're having this ball all in masks

There's no one she knows there, poor dear, poor thing

She wanders tormented and DRINKS, poor thing!

'The Judge has repented,' she thinks, poor thing "Oh where is Judge Turpin?" she asks... ...He was there alright! Only NOT so contrite!

She wasn't no match for such craft, you see

And everyone thought it's so droll!

They figured she had to be daft, you see

So all of them stood there and LAUGHED, you see

Poor soul! Poor thing!

Sweeney:

--NOOO!! Would NO ONE have mercy on her?!

Mrs. Lovett:

So it IS you! Benjamin Barker!

Sweeney:

NO! Not "Barker" -- That man is dead. It's "Todd" now,

"Sweeney Todd." And he will have his revenge!