Настроение недели. Life is a Cabaret

вот этот жест рукой, пальцами после "I'll see you..." Этот жест можно показать даже без спины, головы, волос, глаз, голоса, и весь мир все равно узнает эту актрису, певицу, женщину...

С наступающим днем рождения, Лайза!

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What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.

Put down the knitting,
The book and the broom.
Time for a holiday.
Life is Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret.

Come taste the wine,
Come hear the band.
Come blow your horn,
Start celebrating;
Right this way,
Your table's waiting

No use permitting
soem prophet of doom
To wipe every smile away.
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret!

I used to have a girlfriend
known as Elsie
With whom I shared
Four sordid rooms in Chelsea

She wasn't what you'd call
A blushing flower...
As a matter of fact
She rented by the hour.

The day she died the neighbors
came to snicker:
"Well, thats what comes
from to much pills and liquor."

But when I saw her laid out like a Queen
She was the happiest...corpse...
I'd ever seen.

I think of Elsie to this very day.
I'd remember how'd she turn to me and say:
"What good is sitting alone in your room?
Come hear the music play.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Come to the Cabaret."

And as for me,
I made up my mind back in Chelsea,
When I go, I'm going like Elsie.

Start by admitting
From cradle to tomb
Isn't that long a stay.
Life is a Cabaret, old chum,
Only a Cabaret, old chum,
And I love a Cabaret!

Music by John Kander
Lyrics by Fred Ebb

Людиииииииииии!!! А у вас сейчас сколько времени?!

Вы все напишите мне сюда, а, а то я крышей еду с этой сменой времени НЕВЕЗДЕ!!!!

А для себя напишу - у нас сейчас в Бостоне 5 вечера сегодняшнего дня!