мультфильм»Little Mermaid»(p) 1989 Walt Disney Music
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Daughters Of Triton
Fathoms Below
Under The Sea
Kiss The Girl
Poor Unfortunate Souls
Les Poisson
Part Of Your World
Part Of Your World (Reprise)
Ah, we are the daughters of Triton,
Great father who loves us and named us well.
Aquata, Andrina, Arista,
Atina, Adella, Allana.
And then there is the youngest
In her musical debut,
Our seventh little sister,
We’re presenting her to you
To sing a song Sebastian wrote.
Her voice is like a bell.
She’s our sister, Ari…
I’ll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue
And it’s hey to the starboard, heave ho.
Look out, lad, a mermaid be waiting for you
In mysterious fathoms below.
Fathoms below, below.
>From whence wayward westerlies blow.
Where Triton is king
And his mer-people sing
In mysterious fathoms below.
Heave, ho. Heave, ho.
Heave, ho. Heave, ho.
Heave, ho, in mysterious fathoms below.
The seaweed is always greener
In somebody else’s lake.
You dream about going up there.
But that is a big mistake.
Just look at the world around you,
Right here on the ocean floor.
Such wonderful things surround you.
What more is you lookin’ for?
Under the sea,
Under the sea.
Darling it’s better
Down where it’s wetter.
Take it from me.
Up on the shore they work all day.
Out in the sun they slave away.
While we devotin’ full time to floatin’
Under the sea.
Down here all the fish is happy
As off through the waves they roll.
The fish on the land ain’t happy.
They sad ’cause they in the bowl.
But fish in the bowl is lucky,
They in for a worser fate.
One day when the boss get hungry,
Guess who gon’ be on the plate?
Under the sea,
Under the sea.
Nobody beat us,
Fry us and eat us
In fricasee.
We what the land folks loves to cook.
Under the sea we off the hook.
We got no troubles
Life is the bubbles
Under the sea.
Under the sea.
Since life is sweet here
We got the beat here
Naturally.
Even the sturgeon an’ the ray
They get the urge
‘n start to play.
We got the spirit,
You got to hear it
Under the sea.
The newt play the flute.
The carp play the harp.
The plaice play the bass
And they soundin’ sharp.
The bass play the brass.
The chub play the tub.
The fluke is the duke of soul.
The ray he can play.
The ling’s on the strings.
The trout rockin’ out.
The blackfish she sings.
The smelt and the sprat
They know where it’s at.
An’ oh, that blowfish blow.
Under the sea.
Under the sea.
When the sardine
Begin the beguine
It’s music to me.
What do they got, a lot of sand?
We got a hot crustacean band.
Each little clam here
Know how to jam here
Under the sea.
Each little slug here
Cutting a rug here
Under the sea.
Each little snail here
Know how to wail here.
That’s why it’s hotter
Under the water.
Ya, we in luck here
Down in the much here
Under the sea!
There you see her,
Sitting there across the way.
She don’t got a lot to say,
But there’s something about her.
And you don’t know why,
But you’re dying to try.
You wanna kiss the girl.
Yes, you want her.
Look at her, you know you do.
Possible she wants you, too.
There is one way to ask her.
It don’t take a word,
Not a single word.
Go on and kiss the girl.
Sha la la la la la, my oh my.
Look like the boy too shy.
Ain’t gonna kiss the girl.
Sha la la la la la ain’t that sad.
Ain’t it a shame, too bad.
He gonna miss the girl.
Now’s your moment,
Floating in a blue lagoon.
Boy, you better do it soon,
No time will be better.
She don’t say a word
And she won’t say a word
Until you kiss the girl.
Sha la la la la la, don’t be scared.
You got the mood prepared,
Go on and kiss the girl.
Sha la la la la la, don’t stop now.
Don’t try to hide it how
You wanna kiss the girl.
Sha la la la la la, float along.
And listen to the song,
The song say Kiss the girl.
Sha la la la la la, music play.
Do what the music say.
You gotta kiss the girl.
You’ve got to kiss the girl.
You wanna kiss the girl.
You’ve gotta kiss the girl.
Go on and kiss the girl!
I admit that in the past I’ve been a nasty.
They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch.
But you’ll find that nowadays
I’ve mended all my ways,
Repented, seen the light, and made a switch,
True? Yes.
And I fortunately know a little magic.
It’s a talent that I always have possessed.
And here lately, please don’t laugh,
I use it on behalf
Of the miserable, lonely, and depressed
(Pathetic)
Poor unfortunate souls,
In pain, in need.
This one longing to be thinner.
That one wants to get the girl.
And do I help them? Yes, indeed.
Those poor unfortunate souls,
So sad, so true.
They come flocking to my cauldron
Crying Spells, Ursula, please!
And I help them, yes, I do.
Now it’s happened once or twice,
Someone couldn’t pay the price,
And I’m afraid I had to rake ’em
‘Cross the coals.
Yes, I’ve had the odd complaint.
But on the whole I’ve been a saint,
To those poor unfortunate souls.
You’ll have your looks.
Your pretty face.
And don’t underestimate the importance of body language!
The men up there don’t like a lot of blabber.
They think a girl who gossips is a bore.
Yes, on land it’s much preferred
For ladies not to say a word.
And after all, dear, what is idle prattle for?
Come on! They’re not all that impressed with conversation.
True gentlemen avoid it when they can.
But they dote and swoon and fawn
On a lady who’s withdrawn.
It’s she who holds her tongue who gets her man.
Come on, you poor unfortunate soul.
Go ahead, make your choice.
I’m a very busy woman and I haven’t got all day.
It won’t cost much—just your voice.
You poor unfortunate soul.
Its sad, but true.
If you want to cross a bridge, my sweet, you’ve got to pay the toll.
Take a gulp and take a breath and go ahead and sign the scroll.
(Flotsam, Jetsam, now I’ve got her boys.
The boss is on a roll!)
This poor unfortunate soul.
Les poisson, les poissons,
How I love les poissons,
Love to chop, and to serve, little fish.
FIrst I cut off their heads,
Then I pull out their bones.
Ah mais oui, ca c’est toujours delish.
Les poissons, les poissons,
Hee hee hee, hah hah hah.
With the cleaver I hack them in two.
I pull out what’s inside.
And I serve it up fried.
God, I love little fishes, don’t you?
Here’s something for tempting the palette.
Prepared in the classic technique.
First you pound the fish flat with a mallet.
Then you slash through the skin,
Give the belly a slice,
Then you rub some salt in,
‘Cause that makes it taste nice.
Sacre bleu! What is this?
How on earth could I miss
Such a sweet little succulent crab.
Quel dommage, what a loss.
Here we go, in the sauce.
Now some flour, I think, just a dab.
Now I stuff you with bread.
It don’t hurt, ’cause you’re dead.
And you’re certainly lucky you are.
‘Cause it’s gonna be hot
In my big silver pot.
Toodleloo, mon poisson, au revoir!
Look at this stuff.
Isn’t it neat?
Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete?
Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl,
The girl who has ev’rything.
Look at this trove,
Treasures untold.
How many wonders can one cavern hold?
Looking around here you’d think,
Sure, she’s got ev’rything.
I’ve got gadgets and gizmos aplenty.
I’ve got whozits and whatzits galore.
You want thingamabobs? I’ve got twenty.
But who cares?
No big deal.
I want more.
I wanna be
Where the people are.
I wanna see
Wanna see ’em dancin’,
Walkin’ around on those,
Whatdya call ’em? Oh, feet.
Flippin’ your fins you don’t get too far.
Legs are required for jumpin’, dancin’,
Strollin’ along down the—what’s that word again—street.
Up where they walk,
Up where they run,
Up where they stay all day in the sun.
Wanderin’ free,
Wish I could be
Part of that world.
What would I give
If I could live
Outta these waters.
What would I pay
To spend a day
Warm on the sand?
Betcha on land
They understand
Bet they don’t reprimand
Their daughters.
Bright young women,
Sick of swimmin’,
Ready to stand.
And ready to know what the people know.
Ask ’em my questions and get some answers.
What’s a fire, and why does it—what’s the word—burn?
When’s it my turn?
Wouldn’t I love,
Love to explore that shore
Up above,
Out of the sea.
Wish I could be
Part of that world.
What would I give
To live where you are?
What would I pay
To stay here beside you?
What would I do
To see you smiling at me?
Where would we walk,
Where would we run
If we could stay all day
In the sun,
Just you and me
And I could be
Part of your world.
I don’t know when,
I don’t know how,
But I know something starting right now.
Watch and you’ll see,
Someday I’ll be
Part of your world.