Текст песни: Notes .../Twisted Every Way + перевод

It’s the final straw!

This is lunacy! Well, you know my views

…Utter lunacy!

But we daren’t refuse …

Not another chandelier

Look, my friend, what we have here

«Dear Andre,​

Re my orchestrations:

We need another first bassoon

Get a player with tone—

And that third trombone

Has to go!

The man could not be deafer

So please preferably one who plays in tune!»

«Dear Firmin,​

Vis a vis my opera:

Some chorus members must be sacked

If you could, find out which

Has a sense of pitch—

Wisely, though

I’ve managed to assign a

Rather minor role to those who cannot act!»

Outrage!

What is it now?

This whole affair is an outrage!

Signora, please

Now what’s the matter?

Have you seen the size of my part?

Signora, listen …

It’s an insult!

Not you as well!

Just look at this—it's an insult!

Please understand

Signor! Signora!

The things I have to do for my art!

If you can call this gibberish «art»

Ah! Here’s our little flower!

Ah Miss Daaé, quite the lady of the hour!

You have secured the largest role in this «Don Juan»

Christine Daaé? She doesn’t have the voice!

Signora, please!

Then I take it you’re agreeing

She’s behind this…

It appears we have no choice

She’s the one behind this!

Christine Daaé!

How dare you?

I’m not a fool!

You evil woman! How dare you?

You think I’m blind?

This isn’t my fault!

I don’t want any part in this plot!

Miss Daaé, surely…

But why not?

What does she say?

It’s your decision, but why not?

She’s backing out!

You have a duty!

I cannot sing it, duty or not

Christine, Christine…

You don’t have to…

They can’t make you…

Please, monsieur—another note

«Fondest greetings to you all!

A few instructions just before rehearsal starts:

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 Daaé

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…

Your obedient friend

«and Angel»

We have all been blind—

And yet the answer is staring us in the face

This could be the chance to ensnare our clever friend

We’re listening

Go on

We shall play his game

Perform his work, but remember we hold the ace

For, if Miss Daaé sings, he is certain to attend

We make certain the doors are barred

We make certain our men are there

We make certain they’re armed

The curtain falls, his reign will end!

Madness!

I’m not so sure

Not if it works

This is madness!

The tide will turn!

Monsieur, believe me—

There is no way of turning the tide!

You stick to ballet!

Then help us!

Monsieur, I can’t

Instead of warning us

Help us!

I wish I could

Don’t make excuses!

Or could it be that you’re on his side?

Monsieur, believe me

I intend no ill

But Messieurs, be careful—

We have

​seen him kill …

This is the truth!

Christine Daaé!

We say he’ll fall

And fall he will!

This is his undoing!

She’s the one behind this!

Christine!

This is all a ploy!

If you succeed, you free us all—

This so-called «angel» has to fall!

Christine sings, we’ll get our man

If Christine helps us in this plan

If Christine won’t, then no one can

This will seal his fate!

Angel

​of

​music

Fear

​my

​fury

Here is where you fall!

Say your prayers

Black

Angel of

Death!

Hear my warning!

Fear his fury!

Monsieur, I beg you

Do not do this…

What glory can she

​hope to gain?

It’s clear to all

The girl’s

​insane!

Gran Dio!

Che imbroglio

She is crazy!

She is raving!

Please don’t!

If you don’t stop, I’ll go

​mad!

Raoul, I’m frightened—

Don’t make me do this

Raoul, it scares me—

Don’t put me through this ordeal by fire

He’ll take me, I know

We’ll be parted forever

He won’t let me go

What I once used to dream, I now dread

If he finds me, it won’t ever end

And he’ll always be there, singing songs

​in my head

He’ll always be there, singing songs

​in my head

She’s mad …

You said yourself—he was nothing but a man

Yet while he lives, he will haunt us 'til we’re dead

Twisted every way, what answer can I give?

Am I to risk my life to win the chance to live?

Can I betray the man who once inspired my voice?

Do I become his prey? Do I have any choice?

He kills without a thought. He murders all that’s good

I know I can’t refuse, and yet, I wish I could

Oh God, if I agree, what horrors wait for me

In this, the Phantom’s opera?

Christine, Christine, don’t think that I don’t care

But every hope, and every prayer rests on you now

So, it is to be war between us! But this time, clever friend, the disaster will

be yours!

Don Juan—Signor Piangi—here is the phrase:

(sung)

«Those who tangle with Don Juan…»

(spoken)

If you please?

Those who tangle with Don Juan

No, no. Nearly—but no

(sung)

«Those who tan-, tan-, tan-…»

Those who tangle with Don Juan

His way is better. At least he make it sound like music!

Signora—would you speak that way in the presence of the composer?

The composer is not here. And if he were here, I would say to him—

Are you certain of that, Signora?

So, once again—after seven

Five, six, seven

Those who tangle with Don Juan

(spoken)

Ah, piu non posso!

No one will care if it is right or if it is wrong

Those who tangle with Don Juan!

Is right?

Not quite, Signor, listen: «Those who tan- tan-»

You see?

I do no understand

I no understand

Have patience, Signora

Settle down now

Settle down!

Senor Piangi, may I suggest—

Poor young maiden! For the thrill

On your tongue of stolen sweets

You will have to pay the bill

Tangled in the winding sheets!

In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came

That voice which calls to me and speaks my name