Músicas: Sweeney Todd – No Place Like London

Autor: Stephen Sondheim

I have sailed the world, beheld its wonders
From the Dardanelles
To the mountains of Peru,
But there’s no place like London – !

No, there’s no place like London.

Mr. Todd…?

You are young.
Life has been kind to you.
You will learn.

There’s a hole in the world
Like a great black pit
And the vermin of the world
Inhabit it
And its morals aren’t worth
What a pig could spit
And it goes by the name of London.

At the top of the hole
Sit the privileged few,
Making mock of the vermin
In the lower zoo,
Turning beauty into filth and greed.
I too
Have sailed the world and seen its wonders,
For the cruelty of men
Is as wondrous as Peru,
But there’s no place like London!

Is everything alright, Mr. Todd?

I beg your indulgence, Anthony. My mind is far from easy. In these once-familiar streets I feel shadows everywhere.

There was a barber and his wife,
And she was beautiful.
A foolish barber and his wife.
She was his reason and his life,
And she was beautiful.
And she was virtuous.
And he was –

There was another man who saw
That she was beautiful,
A pious vulture of the law,
Who with a gesture of his claw
Removed the barber from his plate.
Then there was nothing but to wait
And she would fall,
So soft,
So young,
So lost,
And oh, so beautiful!

And the lady, sir, did she succumb?

Oh, that was many years ago…
I doubt if anyone would know.

I’d like to thank you, Anthony.
If you hadn’t spotted me, I would be lost on the ocean still.

Will I see you again?

You might find me, if you like, around Fleet Street, I wouldn’t wonder.

Until then, my friend.

There’s a hole in the world
Like a great black pit
And it’s filled with people
Who are filled with s*it
And the vermin of the world