{The Phantom of the Opera} - Notes... - Twisted Every Way | Текст песни

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GIRY:
Please, monsieur:
another note.
"Fondest greetings
to you all !
A few instructions
just before
rehearsal starts:

ERIK:
Carlotta must be
taught to act ... ,"
... not her normal trick
of strutting round the stage.
Our Don Juan must
lose some weight -
it's not healthy in
a man of Piangi's age.
And my managers
must learn
that their place is in
an office, not the arts.

As for Miss Christine Daae ...
No doubt she'll
do her best - it's
true her voice is
good. She knows, though,
should she wish to excel
she has much still
to learn, if pride will
let her
return to me, her
teacher,
her teacher ...

GIRY:
Your obedient friend ...
"... and Angel ..."

RAOUL:
Christine, Christine,
don't think that I don't care -
but every hope
and every prayer
rests on you now . . .
RAOUL:
So, it is to be war between us! But this time, clever
friend, the disaster will be yours!

CHORUS :
Hide our sword now wounded knight!
Your vainglorious gasconnade
brought you to your final fight
for your pride, high price you've paid!

CHRISTINE:
Silken couch and hay-filled barn
both have been his battlefield.

PIANGI:
Those who tangle with Don Juan . . .

REYER:
No, no, no! Please.
Don Juan, Signor Piangi - here is the phrase. "Those who tangle with Don Juan . . ."
If you please?
PIANGI:
Those who tangle with Don Juan . . .
REYER:
No, no. Nearly - but no.
"Those who tan, tan, tan . . ."
PIANGI:
Those who tangle with Don Juan . . .
CARLOTTA:
His way is better. At least he make it sound like
music!
GIRY:
Signora - would you speak that way in the
presence of the composer?
CARLOTTA:
The composer is not here. And if he were here, I
would . . .
GIRY:
Are you certain of that, Signora . . .?
REYER:
So, once again - after seven.
Five, six, seven . . .
PIANGI:
Those who tangle with Don Juan . . .
CARLOTTA :
Ah, piu non posso! What does it matter what notes
we sing?
GIRY:
Have patience, Signora.
CARLOTTA:
No-one will know if it is right or if it is wrong.
CARLOTTA:
Those who tangle
with Don Juan!
PIANGI:
Those who tan . . . tan . . .
Is right?
CHRISTINE:
Not quite, Signor:
Those who tan . . . tan . . .
REYER:
Ladies . . . Signor Piangi . . . if you please . . .

ALL EXCEPT CHRISTINE:
Poor young maiden! For the thrill
on your tongue of stolen sweets
you will have to pay the bill -
tangled in the winding sheets!

CHRISTINE:
In sleep
he sang to me,
in dreams
he came . . .
that voice
which calls to me
and speaks
my name . . .

Little Lotte
thought of everything and nothing . . .
Her Father promised her
that he would send her the Angel of Music . . .
Her father promised her . . .
Her father promised her