And what costume shall the poor girl wear And what costume shall the poor girl wear E qual a fantasia que a pobre menina deve vestir To all tomorrow's parties To all tomorrow's parties Para todas as festas de amanhã A hand-me-down dress from who knows where A hand-me-down dress from who knows where Um vestido tomara-que-caia de quem sabe onde To all tomorrow's parties To all tomorrow's parties Para todas as festas de amanhã And where will she go and what shall she do And where will she go and what shall she do E onde ela irá e o que ela deverá fazer When midnight comes around When midnight comes around Quando a meia-noite se aproximar She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown Ela se tornará mais uma vez o palhaço do domingo And cry behind the door And cry behind the door E irá chorar atrás da porta And what costume shall the poor girl wear And what costume shall the poor girl wear E qual a fantasia que a pobre menina deve vestir To all tomorrow's parties To all tomorrow's parties Para todas as festas de amanhã Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns Porque sedas e linhos dos vestidos de ontem To all tomorrow's parties To all tomorrow's parties Para todas as festas de amanhã And what will she do with yesterday's rags And what will she do with yesterday's rags E o que ela fará com os trapos de ontem When Monday comes around When Monday comes around Quando a segunda se aproximar She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown Ela se tornará mais uma vez o palhaço do domingo And cry behind the door And cry behind the door E irá chorar atrás da porta And what costume shall the poor girl wear And what costume shall the poor girl wear E qual a fantasia que a pobre menina deve vestir To all tomorrow's parties To all tomorrow's parties Para todas as festas de amanhã For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown Pois a criança da quinta-feira é o palhaço do domingo For whom none will go mourning For whom none will go mourning Por quem ninguém ficará de luto A blackened shroud, A blackened shroud, Um manto negro a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, a hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks, Um vestido tomara-que-caia. De trapos e sedas a costume a costume Uma fantasia Fit for one who sits and cries Fit for one who sits and cries Feita para alguém que senta e chora For all tomorrow's parties For all tomorrow's parties Para todas as festas de amanhã