Gian Carlo Menotti (1911 – 2007)
Steal Me, Sweet Thief - The Old Maid and the Thief
235 palabras
What a curse for a women is a timid man!
A week has gone by; he had plenty of chances,
but he made no advances.
Miss Todd schemes and labours to get him some money.
She robs friends and neighbours, the club and the church.
He takes all the money with a smile that entrances...
but still makes no advances.
The old woman sighs and makes languid eyes.
All the drawers are wide open, all the doors are unlocked...
He neither seems pleased nor shocked.
He eats and drinks and sleeps, he talks of baseball and boxing...
but that is all.
What a curse for a woman is a timid man!
Steal me. Oh, steal me, sweet thief,
for time’s flight is stealing my youth
and the cares of life steal fleeting time.
Steal me, thief, for life is brief
and full of theft and strife.
And then, with furtive step, death comes
and steals time and life.
O sweet thief, I pray make me die
before dark death steals her prey.
Steal my lips before they crumble to dust.
Steal my heart before death must.
Steal my cheeks before they’re sunk and decayed.
Steal my breath before it will fade.
Steal my lips, steal my heart,
steal my cheeks, steal, oh steal my breath
and make me die before death will steal her prey.
Oh, steal me! For time’s flight is stealing my youth.
What a curse for a women is a timid man!
A week has gone by; he had plenty of chances,
but he made no advances.
Miss Todd schemes and labours to get him some money.
She robs friends and neighbours the club and the church.
He takes all the money with a smile that entrances...
but still makes no advances.
The old woman sighs and makes languid eyes.
All the drawers are wide open, all the doors are unlocked...
He neither seems pleased nor shocked.
He eats and drinks and sleeps, he talks of baseball and boxing...
but that is all.
What a curse for a woman is a timid man!
Steal me. Oh, steal me, sweet thief,
for time’s flight is stealing my youth
and the cares of life steal fleeting time.
Steal me, thief, for life is brief
and full of theft and strife.
And then, with furtive step, death comes
¡Qué maldición es para una mujer un hombre tímido!
Ha pasado una semana; él ha tenido varias oportunidades
pero no ha hecho ningún adelanto.
La Srta. Todd planea y trabaja por conseguir algún dinero.
Le roba a sus amigas y vecinas en el club y en la iglesia.
Él toma el dinero con una sonrisa fascinante...
Pero aún no ha hecho ningún avance.
La vieja suspira y pone los ojos lánguidos.
Todos los cajones están abiertos, todas las puertas están sin llave...
Él no se muestra ni contento ni sorprendido.
Come, y bebe, y duerme, habla de béisbol y boxeo...
y eso es todo.
¡Qué maldición es para una mujer un hombre tímido!
¡Róbame! ¡Oh, róbame, dulce ladrón,
porque el paso del tiempo está robando mi juventud
y las angustias de la vida roban mi tiempo!
Róbame, ladrón, porque la vida es breve
y está llena de penas y luchas.
Y entonces, con paso furtivo, llega la muerte
¡y se roba el tiempo y la vida!
¡Oh, dulce ladrón, te lo ruego hazme morir antes
de que la negra muerte arrebate tu presa!
Roba mis labios, antes que se conviertan en polvo.
Roba mi corazón antes de que muera.
Roba mis mejillas antes de que se marchiten y se deterioren.
Roba mi respiración, antes de que se agote.
Roba mis labios, roba mi corazón,
roba mis mejillas, roba, ¡oh, roba mi respiración
y hazme morir antes de que la muerte robe tu presa!
¡Oh, róbame! Porque el paso del tiempo está robando mi
juventud.
[wɒt ə kɜːs fɔːr_ə wʊmən ɪz ə tɪmɪd mæn]
[ə wiːk həz ɡɒn baɪ hiː hæd plɛnti ɒv ʧænsɪz]
[bʌt hiː meɪd noʊ ədvænsɪz]
[mɪs tɒd skiːmz ænd leɪbəz tə ɡɛt ɪm səm mʌni+
[ʃiː rɒbz frɛndz ænd neɪbəz ðə klʌb ænd ðə ʧɜːʧ]
*hiː teɪks ɔːl ðə mʌni wɪð ə smaɪl ðət ɪntrænsɪz]
[bʌt stɪl meɪks noʊ ədvænsɪz]
[ði oʊld wʊmən saɪz ænd meɪks læŋɡwɪd aɪz+
[ɔːl ðə drɔːz ə waɪd oʊpən ɔːl ðə dɔːz ər_ʌnlɒkt]
*hiː niːðə sɪmz pliːzd nɔː ʃɒkt]
*hiː iːts ænd drɪŋks ænd sliːps hiː tɔːks ɒv beɪsbɔːl ænd bɒksɪŋ+
[bʌt ðæt ɪz ɔːl+
[wɒt ə kɜːs fər ə wʊmən ɪz ə tɪmɪd mæn]
*stiːl miː oʊ stiːl miː swiːt θiːf]
[fɔː taɪmz flaɪt ɪz/_stiːlɪŋ maɪ juːθ]
[ænd ðə kɛəz ɒv laɪf stiːl fliːtɪŋ taɪm]
*stiːl miː θiːf fɔː laɪf ɪz briːf+
[ænd fʊl ɒv θɛft ænd straɪf]
[ænd ðɛn wɪð fɜːtɪv stɛp dɛθ kʌmz]
and steals time and life.
O sweet thief, I pray make me die
before dark death steals her prey.
Steal my lips before they crumble to dust.
Steal my heart before death must.
Steal my cheeks before they’re sunk and decayed.
Steal my breath before it will fade.
Steal my lips, steal my heart,
steal my cheeks, steal, oh steal my breath
and make me die before death will steal her prey.
Oh, steal me! For time’s flight is stealing my youth.
[ænd stiːlz taɪm ænd laɪf]
[oʊ swiːt θiːf aɪ preɪ meɪk miː daɪ]
bɪfɔː dɑːk dɛθ stiːlz hɜː preɪ]
*stiːl maɪ lɪps bɪfɔː ðeɪ krʌmbəl tə dʌst]
*stiːl maɪ hɑːt bɪfɔː dɛθ mʌst]
*stiːl maɪ ʧiːks bɪfɔː ðeɪ sʌŋk ænd dɪkeɪd]
*stiːl maɪ brɛθ bɪfɔːr_ ɪt wɪl feɪd]
*stiːl maɪ lɪps stiːl maɪ hɑːt+
*stiːl maɪ ʧiːks stiːl oʊ stiːl maɪ brɛθ]
[ænd meɪk miː daɪ bɪfɔː dɛθ wɪl stiːl hɜː preɪ]
[oʊ stiːl miː fɔː taɪmz flaɪt ɪz/_stiːlɪŋ maɪ juːθ]