Перевод песни Stephen Sondheim – Poor Thing
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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 Transported? What was his crime? Foolishness… He had this wife, y’see Pretty little thing Silly little nit Had her chance for the moon on a string Poor thing! Poor thing! There were these two, y’see Wanted her like mad! One of 'em a judge, t’other one his beadle! Every day they’d nudge and they’d wheedle! But she wouldn’t budge from her needle! Too bad Pure thing So they merely shipped the poor blighter off south, they did Leaving 'er with nothing but grief and a year-old kid! Did she use her head even then? Oh no, God forbid! Poor fool! Ah, but there was worse yet to come Poor thing! Johanna… That was the child’s name, pretty little Johanna Go on My, you do like a good story, don’t you? Well, 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! 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 wonders, 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, y’see And everyone thought it so droll They figured she had to be daft, y’see So all of them stood there and laughed, y’see! Poor soul! Poor thing! No! Would no one have mercy on her? So it is you, Benjamin Barker!