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Title: Alto's lament
By: Zina Goldrich
Cieszę się uznaniem na tej scenie
Biorą mnie do wszystkich znanych dzieł!
Od Carousel przez Hair, Broadway – w każdy dzień
Lecz nikt nigdy nie zna mnie
Możliwe, że widziałeś mnie w Upiorze
Lub pod brudem mych szmat w Les Miser(o)-ble
Lecz jeśli chcesz rozpoznać mój
wśród głosów, które tworzą chór
Mam pewność, że napotkasz duży probl'em
Moja dola jest dość znana
Tym co w teatrze są
Na samą myśl aż chwyta tylko żal cię
I choć sięgam aż do C
To reakcją zwykle jest
Bardzo ładnie, skarbie, ale my chcemy cię w alcie
Choć raz dajcie mi partię w melodii
Pozwólcie mi wejść na ten dźwięk
Zasępiam się srodze, już zawsze, gdy wchodzę:
"By the light of the silvery moon"
Malutka próba mnie w melodii
Może zabłysnę wśród gwiazd
Mam dosyć
"Can't help loving that man of mine"
Weźmy na przykład taką "Oklahomę!
Jej tytułowy numer robi show
Gdy każdy śpiewa dumnie "Oklahoma!"
Ja mam: "sky-y-y-y-y-y-y yo ho!"
A teraz składanka moich największych ról:
"The hills are alive with the sound of music"
"Three little maids from school are we
pert as a school girl well can be
filled to the brim with girlish glee
three little maids from school"
"Touch me its so easy to leave me"
"What mirror where? Which what where who who who?
Such a pretty me, such a pretty me!"
Please pull a few strings for the melody
Don't care if the solo is teeny
To będzie Nirvana
I jak z nieba manna
To sing something other than *sweeny
I'm down on my knees for the melody
I'm begging with all of my might
Choć jeden takt, i pozwól ...!
"Tonight!"
I’ve had much good luck as a performer
I’ve been cast in almost every show
From Carousel to Hair,
on Broadway I was there
But you never, never know
Perhaps you picked me out last year in Phantom
Or underneath my dirt in Miserables
But if you try to pick me out
from all the voices in the crowd
I’m certain that you must have had a probl'em
My plight is quite familiar,
to those who’ve tread the boards
At the Nederland or Shubert or Rialto
Although I’ve got a great high C
The reaction seems to be
Uh, that’s great dear, but we need you to sing alto
Please... give me a chance to sing melody
Give me a crack at the tune
I’m filled with chagrin every time I begin
By the light of the silvery moon
Just one little shot at the melody
Give me a moment to shine
I’m sick of can’t help lovin that man of mine
Just look at Oklahoma for example,
The rousing title number of the show
While everyone is singing Oklahoma
I get sky, yo ho
And now a melody of some of my finer roles
The hills are alive, with the sounds of music
Three little maids from school are we,
pert as a school girl well can be
Filled to the brim with girlish glee,
three little maids from school
Touch me, it’s so easy to leave me
What mirror where, which, what, where,
who who who who
Such a pretty me
Such a pretty me!
Oh please!
Pull a few strings for the melody,
don’t care if the solo is tiny
It would Nervana for having such manor
To sing something other than Sweeny
I’m down on my knees for the melody,
I’m begging with all of my might
Just half a bar, and let this chorus girl be a star
Tonight!