Cabaret [Portuguese translation]

What good is sitting alone in your room?

Come, hear the music play!

Life is a cabaret, old chum!

Come to the cabaret!

Put down the knitting, the book and the broom

It's time for a holiday

Life is a cabaret, old chum!

So, come to the cabaret!

Come taste the wine

Come hear the band

Come blow your horn

Start celebrating

Right this way, your table's waiting

What good's permitting some prophet of doom

To wipe every smile away?

Life is a cabaret, old chum!

So, come to the cabaret!

I used to have this girlfriend known as Elsie

With whom I shared sordid rooms in Chelsea

She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower

As a matter of fact she rented by the hour

The day she died

The neighbors came to snick her

Well, that is what comes from

Too much pills and liquor

But when I saw her laid out like a queen

She was the happiest corpse I'd ever seen

I think of Elsie till this very day

I remember how she'd turned to me and say

'What good is sitting all alone in your room?

Come, hear the music play!

Life is a cabaret, old chum!

Come to the cabaret!'

Put down the knitting, the book and the broom

It's time for a holiday

Life is a cabaret, old chum!

Come to the cabaret!

And as for me

And as for me

I made my mind up back in Chelsea

When I go

I'm going like Elsie

Start by admitting

From cradle to tomb

It isn't that long a stay

Life is a cabaret, old chum!

It's only a cabaret, old chum!

And I love a cabaret!