Make a Wish (On Second Thought, Maybe Not!)
On this day after Christmas, what better way to celebrate the holidays than with a song on your lips! Better yet, the Songs of 7 – The Musical (7 – O musical), the adult-themed theater piece written and produced by the Brazilian musical “Dream Team” of Charles Möeller, Claudio Botelho and Ed Motta.
Back, by popular demand, are the English lyrics to the Second and Final Act of this unforgettable musical theater extravaganza, first staged in Rio de Janeiro on September 1, 2007:
ACT TWO
“A HEART IN THE FOREST” (Young Men, Clara)
THERE’S A WOUNDED HEART IN THE FOREST
THERE’S YOUR PRINCE CHARMING
A PUMPKIN, A COACHMAN
A CLOCK WILL STRIKE AT TWELVE
A CALENDAR THAT READS OF SEVEN
THERE’S A WOUNDED HEART IN THE RAINSTORM
FROGS THAT GO LEAPING
RIGHT OUT OF THE OCEAN
SO WHAT’S YOUR HEART’S DESIRE
WHEN THE CLOCK WILL STRIKE THE HOUR?
HUNTER WITH A HORN
RIDER ON HIS HORSE
WHO WILL THEN INVADE MY BASTION?
AND WHEN WILL HE ENCHANT ME WITH FEELING,
ARDOR
PASSION
AH AH AH AH AH AH …
HUNTER WITH A HORN
RIDER ON HIS HORSE
WHO WILL THEN INVADE MY BASTION?
AND WHEN WILL HE ENCHANT ME WITH FEELING,
ARDOR
PASSION
- “MOP THAT DIRTY FLOOR” (Clara)
MOP THAT DIRTY FLOOR
TRA LA LA LA LA
SAID THE WICKED OLD STEPMOTHER
LOCKS HER UP, THEN SHUTS THE CUPBOARD
TIDY UP THAT ROOM
TRA LA LA LA LA
MAKES SNOW WHITE A CLEANING SERVANT,
WASH THAT WINDOW, CLOSE THOSE CURTAINS…
- “LITTLE BABY AT MY DOOR” (Rosa, Carmen, Odette)
A LITTLE BABE
CAME KNOCKING AT MY DOORSTEP
LOVELY
MAGICAL
A LITTLE BUD
THAT FLOWERED IN MY GARDEN
FRESH AND
BEAUTIFUL
LIKE A BLOSSOM ON THE FLOOR
LITTLE BABY AT MY DOOR
I CAN SEE HER DIAPERS PILING HIGH
HER BABY FOOD CAME SPITTING UP WITH SIGHS
SAY HELLO TO ALL YOU COLDS AND SORES
ALL THOSE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS GALORE!
A BABY GIRL
THAT’S LANDED ON OUR DOORSTEP
GORGEOUS
MIRACLE
A SWEET BOUQUET
THAT OCCUPIED MY SUNSET
LIVELY
LYRICAL
THE RAIN AND THUNDER
CRASHED UPON MY HEAD
HER TINY HAND IT WAS
THAT CHOSE INSTEAD
SHE ARRIVED, I THRIVED
SHE CAME, I CRIED
SHE’S MINE, SHE’S MINE
ALL MINE – ALL MINE!
- “OH, LOOK AT ME” (Amelia)
OH, LOOK AT ME
I IMPLORE YOU
ALL THAT’S IN ME
BEGGING FOR AID
FROM YOU
FROM YOU
WHAT DID YOU SEE?
MY LIFE AS IT WAS THEN
MY TRUE SELF
MY DARK SIDE AS WELL
MY CALM, MY CALM
SO TAKE ME AWAY
IN A CARRIAGE
TAKE
ME AWAY FROM THE BALL THIS NIGHT
THE DAWN
TIME PASSED ME BY
AND MY FATE HAS BEEN TOSSED
AT YOUR FEET
TAKE CARE OF MY NIGHTS,
NEVER RESTING
ALL THAT’S IN ME
TREMBLING WITH LOVE
WITH LOVE
TRUE LOVE
TELL ME I’LL BE
YOUR SLAVE AND YOUR SERVANT,
A LOYAL MAID
FAITHFUL AND TRUE
SO TRUE
SO TRUE
AND SO
NOTHING’S LEFT THAT MATTERS
COME
AND THE DOORS WILL BE CLOSING SOON
SO SOON
COME, HURRY, OH HURRY, TAKE CARE OF ME
TAKE CARE OF THE HURT THAT AILS ME INSIDE
OH HURRY, BE QUICK FOR THE SUN HAS COME OUT
ALL THAT’S LEFT FOR ME HERE IS TO HIDE
COME AWAY
COME AWAY
AWAY
- “HERCULANO’S SECOND LULLABY” (Herculano)
MOMMY’S ON HER WAY
TRA LA LA LA LA
SHE’S JUST COMING ‘ROUND THE CORNER
DADDY SINGS SO BABY’S CALMER
BEWARE THE WITCH
SHE’S ON HER WAY
SHE WILL BITE YOU
SHE WILL GRAB YOU …
WATCH HER CLOSELY
- “HE’LL ARRIVE ON TIME” (Amelia, Bianca)
LIKE THE DAY OF A WEDDING
LIKE THE END OF A SEASON
LIKE THE SMILE ON A BABY
LIKE THE SWEETS AT A BANQUET
LIKE A BREEZE FROM THE OCEAN
HE’LL ARRIVE ON TIME
HE’LL ARRIVE, I KNOW
HE WILL WIPE AWAY
MY TEARDROPS
ALL MY SORROWS, ALL
ALL OF THEM
HE’LL ERASE FROM ME
HE’LL ERASE FROM ME
MARKS OF MY DESPAIR
MARKS OF MY DESPAIR
HE WILL WIPE THEM CLEAN
THEY’LL BE WIPED AWAY
THE SHADOWS
FROM THIS FACE OF MINE
SHADOWS
FROM THIS FACE
- “MY HEART ON YOUR HEART” (CLOSING NUMBER: Amelia, Old Mistress)
MY HEART ON YOUR HEART
MY KINDNESS, MY PASSION, MY ALL
THE MOON IN THE SKY
WILL RISE AGAIN TONIGHT, MY HEART
THE ONE I ADORE…
MY HEART ON YOUR HEART
MY KINDNESS, MY PASSION, MY ALL
THE MOON IN THE SKY
WILL RISE AGAIN TONIGHT, MY HEART
THE ONE I ADORE!
Curtain
T H E E N D
Book by writer/director Charles Möeller
Portuguese Lyrics by musical director Claudio Botelho
Music by singer/composer/performer Ed Motta
English translation and English lyrics by Josmar Lopes
Copyright © 2016 by Josmar F. Lopes