The Thief of Bagdad Page #3

Forgiveness...

My king would make himself/itself kill.

Dead,

we won't be able to anything anymore.

You seem me

to be the prince of the thieves.

The breeze

will push us toward the liberty.

I possessed everything,

except the liberty.

And me, it is the opposite.

What are we going to make?

What you want.

In 3 days one will be in Bassora.

Take this stick and shoot!

I want to be a sailor

who sails on the sea

Life on dry land

let me a bitter taste

The aunts and the cousins

are not very shrewd

They give desire to be marine

or bandit of big path

I want to be a brigand,

have it understood you

To sail on the sea

it is my life

It is my life...

Abu! Bassora!

Bassora... That it is beautiful!

have felt so good!

Of the pancakes!

Give!

You are indeed silly.

has eaten himself with the honey.

How to steal it?

One already has that,

Allah will provide there also.

Do you want the honey?

- One intends to buy some.

- A jar.

A jar?!

If he/it is good.

It is the best.

Easy to say,

I must first taste.

I saw better.

What do you say of it?

No, not good enough.

has lack of flavor.

Take care of your bees!

Say, old man,

what is this palace?

The one of the sultan, let's see!

You know well,

the palace of the one thousand toys.

Toys?

Of where take yourselves,

beggars of nothing at all?

The sultan has the most beautiful

collection of the world.

Of the toys?

The sultan is aged

and he/it falls again in childhood.

He/it stays up more jealously

on his/her/its toys

that on his/her/its own girl.

I told to some enough.

Out of my path,

bags to fleas.

Allah is with you.

I question some.

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Release me!

The princess arrives!

- Does reason flee one?

- One risks the death.

Why?

She/it must not be seen

before his/her/its marriage.

Is she/it so ugly?

She/it is beautiful

as a star!

Release me!

- Spin!

- Where?

Up there!

Your appetite will cost us life.

Without eating one dies.

Abu, there they are!

I must see it again.

I spoke to Sinbad the sailor,

he/it takes us on his/her/its boat.

I ever imagined some of as beautiful.

He/it leaves to the next tide.

I cannot leave.

I must see it again.

All my life I dreamed

to leave on a big boat.

I cannot leave.

I must see it again.

If you see it again,

after you will follow me?

I will follow you.

Oh my poor heart

who palpitates so strong

Today

curb your transportation

Because it is necessary for us to wait

of the men

this famous tender word

And when, oh my heart,

This one makes itself hear

Beat the chamade and venerate

This word that would be able to

to be sincere

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He/it is sufficient.

It is as heavy

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