Текст песни A Small Theatre In Montpellier - Live - Andrew Lloyd Webber feat. Ann Crumb & Paul Bentley

The master builder is dead!

His head is all smashed in!

He fell right into the quarry!

I can't see him up there now

This is terrible!
So in fact, he couldn't do it!

But he got right to the top!
My, my master builder!
-Applause

The toast of the town
The hit of the year
The birth of a star

Darling, these things happen

The end of a career
You turn 'round and tell us
"We've closed for two weeks"

Rose, I thought of everything

You thought of nothing

There are posters in the streets
And banners in the squares
Scream away, feel free
But at Ibsen, not at me!

Why did I agree
To accept this bloody tour?
The only thing in store
Was two weeks of nothing

Win some, lose some, what the hell?

Working 'til I drop
For an audience of four
Three nuns and your mother

It's no good complaining

And she only bothered
Because it was raining

Love

Don't call me love

This isn't personal

I don't care

The theatre's my life

We will start the tour again
In Lyon in two weeks
Rose, the people there
Are all Ibsen mad, I swear
Come on, show me a smile

God, I'm not in the mood

What's a fortnight or so?

With no money or food

Don't be down

Don't let's be downhearted

Don't waste your breath

We'll get by

Now, Rose, you must meet this young man
He's a dedicated fan
Been in every evening

Marcel, don't run away
I can see your little plan

It's an honor, mamselle
I could watch you for hours
You can't have forgotten
I threw you the flowers, mamselle
Seeing you on stage
Has changed my life

Join us in the café in the square

The café, the square

Would you let me walk you there?