Stephen Sondheim — The Ballad of Sweeney Todd letra e tradução
A página contém a letra e a tradução em português da música "The Ballad of Sweeney Todd" de Stephen Sondheim.
Letra
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd
His skin was pale and his eye was odd
He shaved the faces of gentlemen
who never thereafter were heard of again.
He trod a path that few have trod
did Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet Street
He kept a shop in London Town
of fancy clients of goodry known.
And what if none of their souls were saved
they went to their maker impeccably shaved
by Sweeney
by Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet Street.
Swing your razor high Sweeney,
hold it to the sky.
Freely flows the blood of those who moralize.
His needs were few and his rooms was bare,
a lavabo and a fancy chair,
A mug of suds, and a leather strop,
an apron, a towel, a pail, and a mop.
For neatness he deserved a nod,
Did Sweeney Todd?,
The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
Inconspicuous Sweeney was,
quick, and quiet and clean he was.
Back of his smile, under his word,
Sweeney heard music that nobody heard.
Sweeney pondered and Sweeney planned,
like a perfect machine he planned,
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney!
Sweeney!
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd
He served a dark and avengeful God.
What happend then? Well, that’s the play,
and he wouldn’t want us to give it away.
Not Sweeney
Not Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet…
Street…
Tradução da letra
Assistir ao conto de Sweeney Todd
A pele dele estava pálida e os olhos estranhos.
Ele rapou os rostos de cavalheiros.
que nunca mais se ouviu falar.
Ele percorreu um caminho que poucos percorreram
Sweeney Todd
O barbeiro demónio de Fleet Street
Ele tinha uma loja na cidade de Londres.
de clientes chiques de goodry conhecidos.
E se nenhuma das suas almas fosse salva?
eles foram ter com o seu criador impecavelmente barbeado
by Sweeney
by Sweeney Todd
O barbeiro demónio de Fleet Street.
Swing your razor high Sweeney,
segura-a no céu.
Flui livremente o sangue daqueles que moralizam.
As suas necessidades eram poucas e os seus quartos estavam vazios.,
um lavabo e uma cadeira chique,
Uma caneca de espuma e um estropo de couro.,
um avental, uma toalha, um balde e uma esfregona.
Pela beleza ele merecia um aceno.,
Sweeney Todd?,
O Barbeiro demónio de Fleet Street.
O Discreto Sweeney era,
era rápido, calmo e limpo.
Atrás do seu sorriso, sob a sua palavra,
Sweeney ouviu música que ninguém ouviu.
Sweeney ponderou e Sweeney planeou,
como uma máquina perfeita que ele planeou,
Sweeney era suave, Sweeney era subtil,
O Sweeney pestanejava e os ratos fugiam.
Sweeney era suave, Sweeney era subtil
O Sweeney pestanejava e os ratos fugiam.
Sweeney era suave, Sweeney era subtil,
O Sweeney pestanejava e os ratos fugiam.
Sweeney era suave, Sweeney era subtil,
O Sweeney pestanejava e os ratos fugiam.
Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney!
Sweeney!
Assistir ao conto de Sweeney Todd
Ele serviu a um Deus sombrio e vingativo.
O que aconteceu então? Bem, essa é a jogada.,
e ele não quereria que o déssemos.
Não Sweeney.
Não Sweeney Todd
O Barbeiro Demoníaco da frota…
Ruao…