Текст песни Albert Herring, Op.39 / Act 2: "Albert The Good!" - English Chamber Orchestra , Benjamin Britten , Sir Peter Pears

The power, the pull
Long may it reign
To be re-enacted
And re-tenanted
And re-expect
And re-zer-racked
And again and again and again and again and again again again again
Mum?
Mum?
Yoo-hoo?
It's your little Albert
A sugar-bun of a prodigal son
Clean as a whistle, sound as a drum
From his coronation
Mum!
Stupid
Stupid
She's gone to call on Auntie Ed
For a cup of tea and a chat
Left me cubby straight home to bed
But I'm blowed if I'm ready for that
I'm blowed if I'm ready for that
Dark in here
Must find a match
And after that we'll light the gas
With enormous care
Not to break the mantle
Set fire to the shop
Or cause a scandal
Matches
Matches
Matches
Swan Vestas
Swan Vestas
Ah, that's the chap
Turn the tap
Strike a match like this
Oh, drat
Butter fingers
Whoops-a-daisy
Open your mouth and shut your eyes
Strike a match for a nice surprise
Gas
Dangerous stuff, gas
Smelly, tricky, noisy
Dangerous stuff
Leave well alone
It's hot
Burns to bite the tongue
Loosen it up a notch
Relieve my poor old
Auntie Mum
Golly
What a party, what a party
Talk of eating hearty
Dish after dish they brought us
Cakes, different flavoured
Chillies, custards, chocolate dates
Fruit salad, trifle
Then they gave us pastries
Freshly made with cream in
From a barman famous
But, oh, the taste of that lemonade
I wonder how it was made
Nancy knows, I suppose
Nancy will know
Pretty name, Nancy
Pretty name
Why did she stare
Each time I looked up at her?
Why was she watching
Whenever I turned all of a sudden?
Nancy
What made her blush
Catching my eye as she passed?
Why did she stammer
When speaking to me in that manner?
Nancy
Nancy
No, she belongs to Sid
Not me
We never talked nor walked alike
A heartbeat may prove our wounds
Nor shall I die with glee
Girls don't care for chaps like me
I'm too shy to reply
Entertainingly when they speak
I lose my nerve and fly
Lose my nerve and fly
Sounds like Sid serrating
Under her window
Impatient at waiting
Impatiently aching
To take Nancy chasing
Love and adventure
Sid doesn't suffer from shyness, timidity
Gets what he wants with directness, simplicity
Aims at his target with shameless audacity
Trained on the fact of his ruthless tenacity