[00:00.000] 作曲 : Leonard Bernstein
[00:01.629]Rien ne va plus. Le treize...
[00:08.323]Banco!
[00:11.398]I've got troubles, as I've said:
[00:16.703]Mother's dying, Father's dead
[00:22.012]All my uncles are in jail.
[00:27.024]It's a very moving tale.
[00:32.433]Though our name, I say again, is
[00:37.935]Quite the proudest name in Venice,
[00:42.649]Our afflictions are so many,
[00:44.712]And we haven't got a penny.
[00:47.551]Madam, I am desolate
[00:53.828]At your family's tragic state.
[00:58.609]Any help that I can give...
[01:03.655]Please do tell me where they live.
[01:09.244]I shall look them up tomorrow
[01:15.091]And alleviate their sorrow
[01:18.403]With a check made out to bearer.
[01:20.780]In the meantime, buona sera.
[01:31.556]We've got troubles, as she said:
[01:35.362]Mother is dying, Father's dead.
[01:39.111]All our uncles are in jail.
[01:42.461]It's a very moving tale.
[01:46.871]Although our name, I say again, is
[01:51.748]Quite the proudest name in Venice,
[01:55.815]All our uncles are in jail.
[01:58.980]It is a very moving tale.
[02:02.967]Ah, what a tale!
[02:04.453]Ah, what a moving tale.
[02:14.598]Millions of rubles and lire and francs,
[02:18.279]Broke the bank, broke the bank,
[02:21.015]Broke the best of all possible banks.
[02:23.329]Pieces of gold to the ladies I throw;
[02:26.361]Easy come, easy go.
[02:29.489]Shining gold to the ladies I throw.
[02:32.190]See them on their knees before me.
[02:35.452]If they love me, can you blame them?
[02:39.917]Little wonder they adore me.
[02:42.514]Watch them woo me as I name them:
[02:49.264]Lady Frilly, Lady Silly,
[02:51.126]Pretty Lady Willy-Nilly,
[02:52.991]Lady Lightly, Lady Brightly,
[02:54.887]Charming Lady Fly-by-Nightly.
[02:56.687]My Lady Fortune found me.
[02:59.361]What a joy to have around me
[03:00.869]Lovely ladies, six or seven;
[03:02.743]This is my idea of Heaven.
[03:04.686]Fortune, keep the wheel a-spinning,
[03:08.990]They adore me while I'm winning!
[03:12.976]Lady Frilly, Lady Silly,
[03:14.795]Pretty Lady Willy-Nilly,
[03:16.745]Lady Lightly, Lady Brightly,
[03:18.689]Charming Lady Fly-by-Nightly.
[03:21.307]Fools love only one or two.
[03:24.744]Ladies, I love all of you.
[03:27.650]She's got troubles, as she said:
[03:32.053]Mother is dying, Father's dead.
[03:35.978]All her uncles are in jail.
[03:39.623]It's a very moving tale.
[03:44.649]Although her name, she says again, is
[03:48.744]Quite the proudest name in Venice,
[03:52.405]All her uncles are in jail.
[03:54.340]It's a very moving tale.
[03:57.672]I've got troubles, as I said:
[04:00.648]Mother is dying, Father's dead.
[04:04.688]All my uncles are in jail.
[04:09.970]It's a very moving tale.
[04:12.986]Ah, what a moving tale!
[04:19.111]Candide!
[04:22.629]Cunegonde!

作曲 : Leonard Bernstein
Rien ne va plus. Le treize...
Banco!
I've got troubles, as I've said:
Mother's dying, Father's dead
All my uncles are in jail.
It's a very moving tale.
Though our name, I say again, is
Quite the proudest name in Venice,
Our afflictions are so many,
And we haven't got a penny.
Madam, I am desolate
At your family's tragic state.
Any help that I can give...
Please do tell me where they live.
I shall look them up tomorrow
And alleviate their sorrow
With a check made out to bearer.
In the meantime, buona sera.
We've got troubles, as she said:
Mother is dying, Father's dead.
All our uncles are in jail.
It's a very moving tale.
Although our name, I say again, is
Quite the proudest name in Venice,
All our uncles are in jail.
It is a very moving tale.
Ah, what a tale!
Ah, what a moving tale.
Millions of rubles and lire and francs,
Broke the bank, broke the bank,
Broke the best of all possible banks.
Pieces of gold to the ladies I throw;
Easy come, easy go.
Shining gold to the ladies I throw.
See them on their knees before me.
If they love me, can you blame them?
Little wonder they adore me.
Watch them woo me as I name them:
Lady Frilly, Lady Silly,
Pretty Lady Willy-Nilly,
Lady Lightly, Lady Brightly,
Charming Lady Fly-by-Nightly.
My Lady Fortune found me.
What a joy to have around me
Lovely ladies, six or seven;
This is my idea of Heaven.
Fortune, keep the wheel a-spinning,
They adore me while I'm winning!
Lady Frilly, Lady Silly,
Pretty Lady Willy-Nilly,
Lady Lightly, Lady Brightly,
Charming Lady Fly-by-Nightly.
Fools love only one or two.
Ladies, I love all of you.
She's got troubles, as she said:
Mother is dying, Father's dead.
All her uncles are in jail.
It's a very moving tale.
Although her name, she says again, is
Quite the proudest name in Venice,
All her uncles are in jail.
It's a very moving tale.
I've got troubles, as I said:
Mother is dying, Father's dead.
All my uncles are in jail.
It's a very moving tale.
Ah, what a moving tale!
Candide!
Cunegonde!