The Hunchback of Notre Dame (OST) - Sottosopra [Topsy Turvy] versuri traducere în engleză
Topsy-turvy
Chorus: Hey, you, this way
Come on, leave every craft
The great day has come
Hey, you, it’s possible
Today no rules nor slavery exist anymore
Today is the day when it’s
Clopin: Possible!
Once a year, and who doesn’t already know?
We turn the whole city upside down
Every king could find himself a clown
Today we are the only ones in command
Today madness becomes an order
And we can do the impossible
Let every madman be welcome
This is their day
Chorus: Topsy-turvy
Clopin: Everything is topsy-turvy
Chorus: Topsy-turvy
Clopin: Everybody seems to have gone crazy
Better stay home, those who are not able
To turn the city upside down
Esmeralda: Hey! You got hurt?
Quasimodo: No-no…I didn’t mean to, I… I beg your pardon
Esmeralda: You didn’t get injured, did you? Come on, let see
Quasimodo: No, no, no…no!
Esmeralda: Here… See? No harm done. Just try to be a bit more careful
Quasimodo: I…I…will
Esmeralda: By the way, nice mask!
Chorus: Topsy-turvy
Clopin: With drums and trumpets
Chorus: Topsy-turvy
Clopin: With trumps and crooks
Let’s give free rein to the worst part of us
For just one day a year
The aim is to cause damage
And to turn the city upside down
This way, hey, you
This is your chance
To discover beauty
For you, here she is
An entity in France
For beauty and rareness
Here for you, Esmeralda
Is here!
Frollo: Look what a revolting display
Phoebus: Yes, sir
Clopin: And now, ladies and gentlemen
The pièce de résistance
Here we go! The feast has already started off
Here is the best of the masks for you
Time for us to be in stitches
Out of all the fools, we’re going to pick the most
Do you remember last year’s king?
Make horrible grimaces and it’ll be you
The ugliest ones, even uglier than gargoyles
Among the fools, my friends, we’ll pick the king
Why?
Chorus: Topsy-turvy
Clopin: Who’s ashamed would better stay home
Chorus: Topsy-turvy
Clopin: And they’re going to call “Highness”
Chorus: The ugliest one, winning today
Will become king for this year
Citizens: That’s no mask!
That’s his face!
He’s repulsive
That’s the bell-ringer of Notre-Dame!
Clopin: Ladies and gentlemen, don’t be afraid!
We were looking for the ugliest face in Paris
And here it is!
Quasimodo! The hunchback of Notre-Dame!
All together!
Chorus: Once a year, and who doesn’t already know?
Clopin: Viva the king
Chorus: We turn the whole city upside down
Clopin: He’s our king
Chorus: There’s no limit for madness
Clopin: Girls, a kiss!
Chorus: Today we are the only ones in command
Clopin: That’s the best we’ve ever found
And the watchword is “frivolity”
Then tomorrow we’ll go back down to earth
We’ll drawn in beer
And make a fool of everything
And we’ll never regret it
Yes! Here’s the king of all the ugly
And let the city upside down
Topsy-turvy
Come on, let’s turn everything upside down and glory unto our king!
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Doctor Faust
Oh, Doctor Faust
Behind you, do you see all these years you've spent wasting your life?
It's time for you to let yourself live life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Diving like this into dead languages, that's not life
If you spend time with them, living languages will revive you
Oh, Doctor Faust
Science is a well where you drown yourself, if you want my opinion
Descend into the well of pleasure because that's life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Leave your Talmudic and astrologic studies behind
Instead, prepare a thesis on my anatomy
Oh, Doctor Faust
Throw your books away, forget Latin, smile at live
In my arms, you'll get to know love and life
Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
Oh, Doctor Faust
Oh, Doctor Faust
I like your physique, leave physics behind, discover life
Looking together, in physical love, the meaning of life
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On board of the Aspasia
You traveled in pursuit of your destiny
To white but mournful Switzerland
Always in the deck in a chez-lung downstairs
by the familiar and saddest cause
Always restlessly your folks have been prowling around
But you, staring at the wings, were indifferent
You laughed bitterly at what they said because you felt
That you were travelling to the land of death
One night when we were passing through Stroboli
You said to some laughing man in a joking tone:
'How my sick body looks as it burns,
to the flaming top of the volcano!'
Then I saw you in Marcilia as you were lost
in the noise without turning back
And I who loved only the wet expanse,
I say I could love thee
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Gramophonomaniac
In room of miss Janka
winders and curtains tremble
Like in a fury there a gramophone plays
Because miss Janka is a gramophone maniac
From morning to morning constantly plays.
Syrena’s records are still brought by miss Janka,
She puts all of her money in it and continues to sing
And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
Neighbours of miss Janka, their wives and lovers declared, not being able to sleep at night:
We have enough of miss Janka,
that gramophone maniac,
the police needs to know about it
But when the officer came, miss Janka says
What to do, man, understand I’m afraid to sleep alone
And when I play on the gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me then I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have all of my concerns
As soon as the strict officer heard it himself and wanted to give advice to the poor maiden
He says to miss Janka, that gramophone maniac
„A pity, I will sleep here”
And since then every night from miss Janka’s room
The bas of officer makes the curtains tremble
And I play on gramophone
trali tralalla la, trali
tralalla la
In winter at home, in the summer on the balcony
trali tralalla la, gramophone plays
And nothing worries me,
I have Syrena’s records
When something annoys me - I play on the gramophone
Because when I play on the gramophone
then in gramophone I have my all concerns
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At the End of the Park
When sunset
makes the sky grow pale,
from the window,
I look around me.
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me,
of course,
I know it.
It's only an impression,
a trick of my heart
that makes me see
all this.
Tenderness
is something that
grows deep
in the soul.
If I remember
and if only
I think about you:
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
I watch you from afar and
in your hand,
there's
hidden more than one caress.
At the end of the park, I see you
running towards me
and this time,
I know it.
You're no longer an impression,
a trick of my heart,
I've found
you again.
(At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.)
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me
like one evening
a year ago.
At the end of the park, I see you
searching for me...