The Glamorous Life (Fredericka’s solo) - From “A Little Night Music” - piano cover скачать в хорошем качестве

The Glamorous Life (Fredericka’s solo) - From “A Little Night Music” - piano cover

By Stephen Sondheim Lyrics: [FREDERICKA] Ordinary mothers lead ordinary lives Keep the house and sweep the parlor Mend the clothes and tend the children Ordinary mothers, like ordinary wives Make the beds and bake the pies And wither on the vine— Not mine Dying by inches Every night— What a glamorous life! Brought on by winches To recite— What a glamorous life! Ordinary mothers never Get the flowers And ordinary mothers never Get the joys Ordinary mothers couldn't Cough for hours Maintaining their poise Sandwiches only But she eats What she wants when she wants Sometimes it's lonely But she meets Many handsome gallants Ordinary mothers don't live out of cases But ordinary mothers don't go different places Which ordinary mothers can't do Being mothers all day Mine's away in a play And she's realer than they... What if her brooch is Only glass And her costumes unravel? What if her coach is Second class? She at least gets to travel And sometime this summer, meaning soon She'll be traveling to me! Sometime this summer, maybe June I'm the new place she'll see! Ordinary daughters may think Life is better With ordinary mothers near them When they choose But ordinary daughters seldom Get a letter Enclosing reviews! Gay and resilient With applause— What a glamorous life! Speeches are brilliant If they're Shaw's— What a glamorous life! Ordinary mothers needn't meet committees But ordinary mothers don't get keys to cities No, ordinary mothers merely see their children all year Which is lovely, I hear But it does interfere With the glamorous— I am the princess, guarded by dragons Snorting and grumbling and rumbling in wagons She's in her kingdom, wearing disguises Living a life that is full of surprises And sometime this summer She'll come galloping over the green! Sometime this summer To the rescue, my mother the queen! Ordinary mothers thrive on Being private And ordinary mothers somehow Can survive it But ordinary mothers never Know they're just standing still With the kettles to fill While they're missing the thrill Of the glamorous life!