Into The Woods – Caminhos da Floresta – letras

Once upon a timeIn a far-off kingdomThere lay a small villageAt the edge of the woodsI wishAnd in this villageMore than anythingLived a young maidenMore than lifeMore than jewelsA carefree young ladI wishMore than lifeAnd a childless bakerI wishWith his wifeMore than anythingMore than the moonI wishThe king is giving a festivalMore than lifeI wishI wish to go to the festivalMore than richesAnd the ballI wish my cow wouldGive us some milkMore than anythingI wish we had a childPlease, palI want a childSqueeze, palI wish to go to the festivalI wish you’d give us someMilk or even cheeseI wishI wish we might have a childI wishYou wish to go to the festival?The poor girl’s parents had diedYou, cinderella, the festival?You wish to go to the festival?What, you, cinderella, the festival?The festival?What, you wish to go to the festival?The festival?The king’s festival?And now she lived with her stepmotherThe festival… ha!Who had two daughters of her ownLook at your nails!Look at your dress!People would laugh at youNeverthelessI still want to go to the festivalAnd dance before the princeAll three were beautiful of facebut vile and black of heartThe young lad had no father and his motherI wishWell, she was at her wit’s endI wish my son were not a foolI wish my house was not a messI wish the cow was full of milkI wish the walls were full of goldI wish a lot of thingsWhat in heaven’s name areyou doing with the cow inside the house?I thought if he got nice and warmHe might produce some milkIt’s a sheHow many times do I have to tell youOnly shes can give milk?And then there was a hungry little girlWho always wore a red capeI wishIt’s not for meIt’s for my granny in the woodsA loaf of bread, pleaseTo bring my poor old hungryGranny in the woodsJust a loaf of bread, pleaseCinderella, if you can pick up these lentilsAnd finish your chores in timeThen you may go to the ball with usCome along ladiesYes, motherGood luckCome, little birdsDown from the eavesAnd the leavesOver fieldsOut of castles and pondsNow, squeeze, palAhhQuick, little birdsFlick through the ashesPick and peck, but swiftlySift through the ashesInto the potNow listen to me well, sonMilky-white must be taken to marketBut, mother, no- he’s the best cow in the worldWasShe has been dry for weeks nowWith no food or moneyWe’ve got no choice but to sell herLook at herBut, milky-white’s my best friendLook at herThere are bugs on her dugsThere are flies in her eyesThere’s a lump on her rumpBig enough to be a humpButWe’ve no time to sit and ditherWhile her wither’s wither with herAnd no one keeps a cow for a friend!Sometimes I wonder what’s goin’ on in that head of yoursInto the woodsIt’s time to goI hate to leaveI have to, thoughInto the woodsIt’s time, and soI must begin my journeyInto the woodsAnd through the treesTo where I amExpected ma’amInto the woodsTo grandmother’s houseInto the woodsTo grandmother’s houseNow you’re certain of your way?The way is clearThe light is goodI have no fearNor no one shouldThe woods are just treesThe trees are just woodI sort of hate to ask itBut do you have a basket?Yes, we doI don’t suppose you’re planning on buying any of theseOh, shhNow, don’t stray and be late, alright?You might save some of those sweets for granny?Oh myJust, leave itShe’s a thief!Into the woodsAnd down the dellThe path is straightI know it wellInto the woodsAnd who can tellWhat’s waiting on the journey?Into the woodsTo bring some breadTo granny whoIs sick in bedNever can tellWhat lies aheadFor all that I knowShe’s already deadBut into the woodsInto the woodsInto the woodsTo grandmother’s houseAnd home before darkCinderella!Get up here!Fly, birdsBack to the skyWe’re waiting!Back to the eavesAnd the leavesAnd the fieldsAnd theHurry up and do my hair, cinderella!Are you really wearing that?Here, I found a little tear, cinderellaCan’t you hide it with a hat?You look beautifulI knowShe means meNo she didn’tMother said be goodFather said be niceThat was always their adviceSo be nice, cinderellaGood, cinderellaNice good good niceTighter!What’s the good of being goodIf everyone is blindAlways leaving you behind?Never mind, cinderellaKind cinderellaNice good nice kind good niceOw! Not that tight!God!Who might that be?We’ve sold our last loaf of bread!It’s the witch from next-doorWe have no breadI don’t want your breadThen what is it you wish?It’s not what I wishIt’s what you wishNothing cooking in that belly now is there?And there will never beUnless you do exactly as I sayIn three days time a blue-moon will appearOnly then can the curse be, undoneWhat curse?The one I placed on this houseWhat are you talking about?In the past, when you were no more than a babeYour father brought his young wife and you to this cottageThey were a lovely coupleBut not lovely neighborsYou seeYour mother was with childAnd she developed an unusual appetiteShe admired my beautiful gardenAnd she told your father thatWhat she wanted more than anythingIn the world, wasGreens, greens, nothing but greensParsley, peppers, cabbages and celeryAsparagus and watercress andFiddleferns and lettuce!He said, « all right, « But it wasn’t, quite’Cause I caught him in the autumnIn my garden one night!He was robbing meRaping meRooting through my rutabagaRaiding my arugula andRipping up the rampionMy champion! My favorite!I should have laid a spell on himRight thereI could have turned him into stoneOr a dogOr a chairBut I let him have the rampionI’d lots to spareIn return, howeverI said, « fair is fairYou can let me have the babyThat your wife will bearAnd we’ll call it square. « I had a brother?No. But, you had a sisterWhere is she?She’s mine now!And you’ll never find herSmall price to pay for whatElse your father stole from meIt cost me my youth, my beautyMy mother warned meShe would punish meWith the curse of uglinessIf I ever lost any of themLost what?The beansBeans?The special beansI’d let him go, I didn’t knowHe’d stolen my beansI was watching him crawlBack over the wall!Then bang! Crash!A lightning flash!Well, that’s another storyNever mindAnyway, at lastThe big day cameAnd I made my claim »Oh, don’t take away the baby, « They shrieked and screechedBut I didAnd I hid herWhere she’ll never be reachedAnd your father criedAnd your mother diedWhen for extra measureI admit it was a pleasureI said, « sorry, I’m still not mollified. « And I laid a little spell on themYou, too, sonThat your family treeWould always be a barren oneHow could you do that?And when your mother diedYour father deserted youYour father was no father so why should you be?So there’s no more fussAnd there’s no more scenesAnd my garden thrivesYou should see my nectarines!But I’m telling you the sameI tell kings and queensDon’t ever never everMess around with my greens!Especially the beansYeah, but why do we have to go to the next village?Because, everyone in this villageKnows the cow hasn’t given a drop of milk in weeksThat’s cheating!We’re starving, jack!Don’t you understand that?Now, you’re not to accept less than five pounds for herAre you listening to me?YesHow much are you to ask?No more than five poundsLess than five!Than five!Into the woodsThe time is nowWe have to liveI don’t care howInto the woods to sell the cowYou must begin the journey!Straight to the woodsAnd don’t delayWe have to faceThe marketplaceInto the woods to journey’s endInto the woods to sell a friendYou wish to haveThe curse reversed?I’ll need a certainPotion firstGo to the woods and bring me backOne: The cow as white as milkTwo: The cape as red as bloodThree: The hair as yellow as cornFour: The slipper as pure as goldBring me theseBefore the chimeOf midnightIn three day’s timeTis’ then the blue moon reappearsWhich comes but once each hundred yearsJust bring them andI guaranteeA child as perfectAs child can beGo to the wood!LadiesOur carriage waitsNow may I go to the festival?The festival?Darling, those nails!Darling, those clothes!Lentils are one thing butDarling, with thoseYou’d make us the fools of the festivalAnd mortify the prince!The festival lasts three nightsSurely,you could let me be therefor one of themThe king is tryingto find his son a wife!Not a scullery maid!We must be gone!Go!I wishBeans?These must be the witch’s beans!We’ll take them with usWe?Yes!We?You’re not comingIt’s not safe out thereI can help you!No!I can do this on my ownThe spell is on my houseOnly I can lift the spellThe spell is on my houseNo, no, the spell is on our houseWe must lift the spell togetherThe spell is on our house!Now tell me what am I to return with?Ugh, you don’t remember?The cow as white as milkThe cape as red as bloodThe hair as yellow as cornThe slipper as pure as goldThe cow as white as milkThe cape as red as bloodThe hair as yellow as cornThe slipper as pure as goldI still wish to go to the festivalBut how am I ever to get to the festival?The cow as white as milkThe cape as red as bloodThe hair as yellow as cornI know!I’ll visit mother’s graveThe grave at the willow treeAnd tell her I just want toGo to the king’s festivalThe slipper as pure as goldThe cow, the capeThe slipper as pure as goldThe hair!Into the woodsIt’s time to goIt may be allIn vain, you I knowInto the woodsBut even soI have to take the journeyInto the woodsThe path is straightYou know it wellBut who can tellInto the woods to lift the spellInto the woods to visit motherInto the woods to sell the cow!To get the money!To go to the festival!Into the woods to grandmother’s house!The way is clearThe light is goodI have no fearNor no one shouldThe woods are just treesThe trees are just woodNo need to be afraid thereThere’s something in the glade thereInto the woodsWithout delayBut careful notTo lose the wayInto the woodsWho knows what mayBe lurking on the journey?Into the woodsTo get the thingThat makes it worthThe journeyingInto the woodsTo see the kingTo sell the cowTo make the potionTo seeTo sellTo getTo bringTo makeTo liftTo go to the festivalInto the woods!Into the woods!Into the woodsThen out of the woodsAnd home before it’s dark!