Man Of La Mancha(梦幻骑士) - A Little Gossip

SANCHO 

Your Reverence, could I talk to him? 



PADRE 

I'm afraid he won't hear you. 



SANCHO 

(moving toward the bed) 

Then, I won't say much. 

Just a few words... to lighten his heart. 



A little gossip... a little chat... 

A tittle idle talk of this and that... 

I'll tell him all the troubles I have had, 

And since he doesn't hear, 

At least he won't feel bad. 



(to Don Quixote) 

When I first got home my wife Teresa beat me, 

But the blows fell very lightly on my back. 

She kept missing ev'ry other stroke 

And crying from the heart 

That while I was gone 

She'd gone and lost the knack! 

Of course, I hit her back, Your Grace, 

but she's a lot harder than I am, 

and you know what they say... 

"Whether the stone hits the pitcher 

or the pitcher hits the stone 

it's going to be bad for the pitcher" 



(to the Padre) 

A little gossip... a little chat... 

A little idle talk of this and that... 

If no one listens, 

Then it's just as well, 

At least I won't get caught in any lies I tell! 



(to Don Quixote) 

Oh, I haven't fought a windmill in a fortnight 

And the humble joys get duller ev'ry day, 

Why, when I'm asleep a dragon 

With his fiery tongue a-waggin' 

Whispers, "Sancho. 

Won't you please come out and play?"