TODD - Act 1 "III. The Convict"

To cramps, to delirium, to sob, to torn veins from the tension, I kept my memories, by which he lived all these years.

I kept them on the gloomy top of my thoughts and in the darkness of the fathomless abyss – at the very bottom of the crystal jug, like the last drops of the drying-out ink.

The tight collar of a noose squeezes my throat. My thoughts turn into snakes... The blood of my memory sprinkles the town.

The blood of my memory,

The blood of my memory...

When you creep, swallowing shreds of dust, and when the good is indistinguishable from the evil, you should know that you are forgotten, and you have to do everything to make yourself forget...

But memory, like death, is ineffaceable: like rain at night, the memory – in bloody ruby shards – flowed down the blackness of the glass to the bottom of the crystal jug.

The tight collar of a noose squeezes my throat. My thoughts turn into snakes... The blood of my memory sprinkles the town.

The blood of my memory,

The blood of my memory...

The narrator’s voice: Recognized by none, Sweeney Todd settles on the Fleet Street, in a house, where he once lived with his young wife, in the house, where love and happiness reigned. Now his house belongs to the neighbor, the Butcher. There, a niece of the Butcher, Lovett, bakes and sells her patties.

TODD - Act 1 "Feast of Blood" - Korol i Shut:

TODD - Акт 1 "III. Каторжник" - Король и Шут