Перевод песни Helena Bonham Carter – The Worst Pies in London
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A customer! Wait! What’s your rush? What’s your hurry? You gave me such a… fright! I thought you was a ghost! Half a minute, can’t ya sit? Sit ya down! Sit! All I meant is that I haven’t seen a customer for weeks Did ya come here for a pie, sir? Do forgive me if me head’s a little vague What was that? But you’d think we’d have the plague From the way that people keep avoiding No, you don’t! Heaven knows I try, sir! But there’s no one comes in even to inhale Right you are, sir, would you like a drop of ale? Mind you I can hardly blame them These are probably the worst pies in London I know why nobody cares to take them I should know I make 'em But good? No… The worst pies in London… Even that’s polite! The worst pies in London! If you doubt it take a bite! Is that just disgusting? You have to concede it It’s nothing but crusting Here drink this, you’ll need it The worst pies in London And no wonder with the price of meat What it is When you get it Never thought I’d live to see the day Men’d think it was a treat findin' poor animals What are dyin' in the street Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop Does a business but I notice something weird Lately, all her neighbors cats have disappeared Have to hand it to her! What I calls enterprise! Poppin' pussies into pies! Wouldn’t do in my shop! Just the thought of it’s enough to make you sick And I’m telling you them pussycats is quick No denying times is hard, sir! Even harder than the worst pies in London Only lard and nothing more Is that just revolting? All greasy and gritty? It looks like it’s molting And tastes like… Well, pity A woman alone! With limited wind And the worst pies in London! Ah, sir Times is hard Times is hard!