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Tytuł: The minute waltz

  • Wykonawca: Barbra Streisand
  • Wyświetleń: 253
I have got a minute, just a little minute,
   I have only got a minute, just minute,
   I have only got a minute that is all the time
   I have to sing this tiny little minute waltz
   It isn't easy but I'll try it
   Then I"ve gotta say goodbye
   But first I take a minute
   And put in it every note that Chopin wrote
   and I shall sing the little minute waltz
   And hope that I can sing with no faults
   and though it's difficult
   I'll give it last every last breath that I got within in my body
   Hope that my performance won't be very shoddy
   Singing every note
   will not do wonders for my throat
   I probably will end up hoarse
   Of course I will I've done it
   in a wager that I made I will I won
   It's not the money but the -- satisfaction that I get
   from winning money on this silly kind of bet.
   Though this kind of solo wasn't his intention
   Chopin isn't here to make an intervention
   So with your permission and no intermission
   I will sing each note that that composer wrote
   as you can hear my trilling isn't very thrilling
   but no one can say I wasn't very willing --
   to attempt a thing that's not been done
   and just for fun to sing the minute waltz.
   As I sing the seconds fly, oh too soon the minute waltzes by
   And now I ask you where am I, halfway through the tune
   and I'm falling far behind
   I have less than 30 seconds
   less than 30 seconds
   less than 30
   less than half a minute
   I have less than 30 seconds
   I have less than half a minute
   to complete this little minute waltz,
   on every note that's in this score
   While the sands of time, I know are pouring
   Let me win my bet and I'll run with the money
   Down to some big store there I'll buy a honey --
   of a trophy for myself to put upon a shelf show the world I won
   Oh the second hand is rushing round the dial
   And though I'd like to end this torture with a smile
   Unless someone knows how to stop the clock
   you gonna see me cry before I said goodbye
   Eight little measures to complete this song
   But I'm afraid my little lungs will burst before to long if
   Only I can last to scale
   I won't have failed to sing the little minute waltz!