[00:00.000] 作曲 : Igor Stravinsky
[00:31.196]What curious phenomena are up today for sale!
[00:35.028]What manner of remarkables!
[00:37.388]What squalor!
[00:38.783]What detail!
[00:40.900]I'm so glad I did not miss the auction!
[00:43.899]So am I!
[00:45.177]I can't begin admiring.
[00:47.085]Oh fantastic!
[00:48.218]Let us buy!
[00:52.124]Ruin, disaster, shame!
[01:03.723]Blasted, so many hopes of gain!
[01:07.942]Hundreds of sober merchants are insane.
[01:12.783]Widows have sold
[01:14.622]their mourning clothes to eat.
[01:16.460]Herds of pale orphans forage in the street.
[01:22.002]Many a duchess, divested of gems,
[01:25.656]has crossed the dread Styx by way of the Thames.
[01:29.406]Oh stricken, take heart in placing the blame.
[01:34.193]Rakewell, Rakewell. Ruin, disaster, shame!.
[01:56.727]Do you know where Tom Rakewell is?
[02:00.873]America. He fled.
[02:02.905]Spontaneus combustion caught him hurrying.
[02:06.934]He's dead.
[02:11.401]Do you know what's become of him?
[02:14.103]How should we?
[02:15.605]He's Methodist.
[02:16.805]He's Papist.
[02:18.199]He's converting Jewry.
[02:20.525]Can no one tell me where he is?
[02:23.106]We're certain he's in debt.
[02:24.821]They're after him and they will catch him yet.
[02:30.816]I'll seek him in the house myself.
[02:34.559]I wonder at her quest.
[02:36.251]She's probably some silly girl,
[02:38.572]he ruined like the rest.
[02:54.297]Aha!
[02:58.588]He's here, the auctioneer.
[03:04.594]No! Over there!
[03:06.583]Be quick. Take care.
[03:09.274]Your bids prepare.
[03:10.957]Be quick!. Take care!.

作曲 : Igor Stravinsky
What curious phenomena are up today for sale!
What manner of remarkables!
What squalor!
What detail!
I'm so glad I did not miss the auction!
So am I!
I can't begin admiring.
Oh fantastic!
Let us buy!
Ruin, disaster, shame!
Blasted, so many hopes of gain!
Hundreds of sober merchants are insane.
Widows have sold
their mourning clothes to eat.
Herds of pale orphans forage in the street.
Many a duchess, divested of gems,
has crossed the dread Styx by way of the Thames.
Oh stricken, take heart in placing the blame.
Rakewell, Rakewell. Ruin, disaster, shame!.
Do you know where Tom Rakewell is?
America. He fled.
Spontaneus combustion caught him hurrying.
He's dead.
Do you know what's become of him?
How should we?
He's Methodist.
He's Papist.
He's converting Jewry.
Can no one tell me where he is?
We're certain he's in debt.
They're after him and they will catch him yet.
I'll seek him in the house myself.
I wonder at her quest.
She's probably some silly girl,
he ruined like the rest.
Aha!
He's here, the auctioneer.
No! Over there!
Be quick. Take care.
Your bids prepare.
Be quick!. Take care!.