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THE BREMEN TOWN MUSICIANS (musical fantasy based on Grimm's Tale)
There's nothing better to behold
Than for friends to roam around the world
And close friends the hardship do not fear
All the roads they're sure to find dear.
All of them we always find so dear.
We have our calling and our path-
We bring people joy and make them laugh
And the palace domes' enticing space
Never our freedom will replace.
Oh, they never never will replace
Our carpet is the field of flowers.
Giant pines � they form the walls of ours.
Our roof � the vast blue sky up there
Our joy � one destiny to share!
Yes, to have one destiny to share.
Little bird in a pen-
In its 'home' it is trapped.
I am just like it then:
In this 'keep' I am 'kept'.
Sun makes bright things around
As for me, dark I stay.
Without princess I'm bound
to not live one more day.
Oh, pray tell, what is this?
What has happened to me?
Shot to 'pieces' my 'peace',
In these chambers, I see.
�Baddie� � is what people call us
Rumor goes that misery we bring
Give me cards and I'll assess
What shall happen to the king
Pang-bang-ding Pang-bang-ding
...what will happen to the king!
Lengthy trip the cards foretold-
Morning comes he'll up and go.
King, he has a lot of gold.
And this gold-I love it so!
Oh-say-oh Oh-say-oh
Yes, this gold-I love it so
Royal card will soon be beat
Same will happen to his guards
Job is easy, spoils are sweet
I see truth in all these cards!
Pang-bang-ding Pang-bang-ding
Morning comes, we'll rob the king.
Pang-bang-ding Pang-bang-ding
Morning comes, we'll rob the king
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Meow!
Hee-Haw!Hee-Haw!
Bark-bark!
We're honored and
we're kept in high regard!
-In high regard! -Yes, high regard!
The king cannot exist
without his guard
The ground shakes
under our marching feet
We're always by his side and we're upbeat
Too bad that sunrise
We meet with our eyes!
If a sparrow's nearby
We'll get cannons ready!
Even if it's just a fly-
Our guns are steady!
King's travel plans
are strictly classified!
-They're classified! -Yes, classified!
And we are always
staying by his side.
We're here to protect our dear king
From anything that fate is sure to bring!
Too bad that sunrise
We meet with our eyes!
If a sparrow's nearby
We'll get cannons ready!
Even if it's just a fly-
Our guns are steady!
Oh, it's well-known � we're the hot-tempered folk
We don't take kindly... kindness or a joke!
Up! � our victims frequently the daisies push
We beat people up Love to beat them up
�and beat 'round the bush.
One-two and yikes � the guns are drawn!
We're villains, robbers, bandit spawn!
Bang-bang and you'll be gone!
You will be dead, you will be gone, be gone�
Bang-bang and you'll be gone!
You will be dead, you will be gone, be gone�
When people see us, sure enough, they yell!
�The smoking gun� for some has an unpleasant smell!
There's something hidden in our pockets too
Don't come close to us!
Don't come close to us!!!!!
Or we will slaughter you!
One-two and yikes� the guns are drawn!
We're villains, robbers, bandit spawn!
Bang-bang and you'll be gone
You will be dead, you will be gone, be gone�
Bang-bang and you'll be gone
You will be dead, you will be gone, be gone�
Oh where has this path taken me, where?
My life is not dear without princess fair
If only the glorious king would impart
The deep secret path to the princess's heart!
Since nothing and no-one could scare me away
I'd do something worthwhile for the king today!
Since nothing and no-one can scare me away.
I could do a brave deed...
for our king today.
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Doodle-doo-ooh!
Cock-a-d...
There's nothing better to behold
Than for friends to roam around the world
And close friends the hardship do not fear
All the roads they're sure to find dear.
All of them we always find so dear...
Don't forget our calling and our path-
-We bring people joy and make them laugh!
And the palace domes' enticing space
Never our freedom will replace.
Oh, they never never will replace!
Script by VASILY LIVANOV, YURI ENTIN Lyrics by YURI ENTIN
Director INESSA KOVALEVSKAYA
Art director MAX ZHEREBCHEVSKY Assistant SVETLANA SKREBNEVA
Composer GENNADI GLADKOV
Sound director VICTOR BABUSHKIN Operator ELENA PETROVA
SINGING:
ELMIRA ZHERZDEVA
Oleg ANOFRIEV Anatoly GOROKHOV
OLEG ANOFRIEV
OLEG ANOFRIEV
OLEG ANOFRIEV
THE END
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