The Greatest Showman / Regina Spektor- Après Moi (Music Video)

The Greatest Showman / Regina Spektor- Après Moi (Music Video)

Movie: The Greatest Showman

Growing up in the early 1800s, P.T. Barnum displays a natural talent for publicity and promotion, selling lottery tickets by age 12. After trying his hands at various jobs, P.T. turns to show business to indulge his limitless imagination, rising from nothing to create the Barnum & Bailey circus. Featuring catchy musical numbers, exotic performers and daring acrobatic feats, Barnum's mesmerizing spectacle soon takes the world by storm to become the greatest show on Earth.

Music: Regina Spektor
- Après moi

I (uh) must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I (uh) must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood
Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
I (uh) must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I (uh) must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice
Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood
Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
Fevrale dostat chernil I plakat
Pisat O Fevrale navsnryd
Poka grohochushaya slyakot
Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit
Vesnoyu charnoyu gorit
Be afraid of the lame, they'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old, they'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold, they'll inherit your blood
Apres moi le deluge, after me comes the flood
I (uh) must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I (are) must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice
I (uh) must go on stan-stan-ding-dong
You can't, can't break that, that
Which isn't, isn't yours, yours
Which isn't, isn't yours, yours
I'm not, not my own, own
It's not, not my choice, choice

[HiddenLiberty]

The Russian verse is the first stanza from a poem by Boris Pasternak, February:

Boris Pasternak: February (From Russian)
February
By Boris Pasternak


February. Get ink. Weep.
Write the heart out about it. Sing
Another song of February
While raucous slush burns black with spring.

Six grivnas* for a buggy ride
Past booming bells, on screaming gears,
Out to a place where rain pours down
Louder than any ink or tears

Where like a flock of charcoal pears,
A thousand blackbirds, ripped awry
From trees to puddles, knock dry grief
Into the deep end of the eye.

A thaw patch blackens underfoot.
The wind is gutted with a scream.
True verses are the most haphazard,
Rhyming the heart out on a theme.

*Grivna: a unit of currency.