Prologue
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd.
His skin was pale and his eye was odd.
He shaved the faces of gentlemen
who never thereafter were heard of again.
He trod a path that few have trod
did Sweeney Todd
the demon barber of fleet street.
He kept a shop in London town.
Of fancy clients and good renown
and what if none of their souls were saved
they went to their maker impecably shaved.
By Sweeney,
by Sweeney Todd
the demon barber of fleet street.
Company
Swing your razor wide!
Sweeney, hold it to the skies.
Freely flows the blood of those who moralize.
His needswere few, his room was bare.
A lavabo and a fancy chair.
A mug of suds, and a leather strop,
an apron, a towel, a pail, and a mop.
For neatness he deserves a nod,
does Sweeney Todd,
the demon barber of Fleet Street.
Inconspicuous Sweeney was,
quick, and quiet and clean he was.
Back of his smile, under his word,
Sweeney heard music that nobody heard.
Sweeney pondered and Sweeney planned,
like a perfect machine he planned,
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle,
Sweeney would blink, and rats would scuttle
Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney!
Sweeney!
Sweeney Todd
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd!
Company
Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd!
Sweeney Todd
He served a dark and avengeful God!
Company
He served a dark and avengeful God!
Sweeney Todd
What happened then, well that's the play,
and he wouldn't want us to give it away...
Company
Not Sweeney
Not Sweeney Todd
The demon barber of Fleet...
Street...
Prólogo
Escucha la historia de Sweeney Todd.
Su piel era pálida y su mirada extraña.
Afeitaba los rostros de caballeros
que nunca más se volvieron a escuchar.
Siguió un camino que pocos han recorrido
lo hizo Sweeney Todd
el barbero demoníaco de Fleet Street.
Tenía una tienda en la ciudad de Londres.
Con clientes distinguidos y buena reputación
y aunque ninguno de sus almas fue salvada
iban con su creador impecablemente afeitados.
Por Sweeney,
por Sweeney Todd
el barbero demoníaco de Fleet Street.
Compañía
¡Agita tu navaja ampliamente!
Sweeney, mantenla en alto.
Fluye libremente la sangre de aquellos que moralizan.
Sus necesidades eran pocas, su habitación estaba vacía.
Un lavabo y una silla elegante.
Una taza de espuma, y una correa de cuero,
un delantal, una toalla, un balde y una escoba.
Por su pulcritud merece un gesto de aprobación,
lo hace Sweeney Todd,
el barbero demoníaco de Fleet Street.
Inconspicuo era Sweeney,
rápido, y limpio y silencioso era.
Detrás de su sonrisa, bajo su palabra,
Sweeney escuchaba música que nadie más oía.
Sweeney reflexionaba y Sweeney planeaba,
como una máquina perfecta planeaba,
Sweeney era suave, Sweeney era sutil,
Sweeney parpadearía, y las ratas se escabullirían.
¡Sweeney! ¡Sweeney! ¡Sweeney! ¡Sweeney!
¡Sweeney!
Sweeney Todd
¡Escucha la historia de Sweeney Todd!
Compañía
¡Escucha la historia de Sweeney Todd!
Sweeney Todd
¡Sirvió a un Dios oscuro y vengativo!
Compañía
¡Sirvió a un Dios oscuro y vengativo!
Sweeney Todd
Lo que sucedió después, bueno, esa es la obra,
y él no querría que lo reveláramos...
Compañía
No Sweeney
No Sweeney Todd
El barbero demoníaco de Fleet...
Street...