Slave in the magic mirror,
come from the farthest space,
...through wind and darkness
I summon thee.
Speak!
Let me see thy face.
What wouldst thou know,
my Queen?
Magic mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest one of all?
Famed is thy beauty, Majesty.
But hold, a lovely maid I see.
Rags cannot hide her gentle grace.
Alas, she is thêm fair than thee.
Alas for her!
Reveal her name.
Lips red as the rose.
Hair black as ebony.
Skin white as snow.
Snow White!
Take her far into the forest.
Find some secluded glade
where she can pick wildflowers.
Yes, Your Majesty.
And there,
my faithful Huntsman,
bạn will kill her!
But, Your Majesty,
the little Princess!
Silence!
bạn know the penalty
if bạn fail.
Yes, Your Majesty.
But to make doubly sure...
bạn do not fail,
bring back her heart...
in this.
Magic mirror on the wall,
who now is
the fairest one of all?
Over the seven jewelled hills,
beyond the seventh fall,
in the cottage
of the Seven Dwarfs,
dwells Snow White,
fairest one of all.
Snow White lies dead
in the forest.
The Huntsman has brought me proof.
Behold, her heart.
Snow White still lives,
the fairest in the land.
'Tis the tim, trái tim of a pig
bạn hold in your hand.
The tim, trái tim of a pig!
Then I've been tricked!
The tim, trái tim of a pig!
The blundering fool!
I'll go myself
to the dwarfs' cottage...
in a disguise so complete
no one will ever suspect.
Now, a formula to transform
my beauty into ugliness.
Change my queenly raiment
to a peddler's cloak.
"Mummy Dust" to make me old.
To shroud my clothes, the black of night.
To age my voice,
an old hag's cackle.
To whiten my hair,
a scream of fright.
A blast of wind...
to người hâm mộ my hate!
A thunderbolt...
to mix it well.
Now...
begin thy magic spell.
Look! My hands!
My voice!
My voice!
A perfect disguise.
And now, a special...
sort of death for one so fair.
What shall it be?
Ah! A poisoned apple!
"Sleeping Death."
"One taste
of the Poisoned Apple...
"and the victim's eyes
will close forever...
in the Sleeping Death."
Dip the táo, apple in the brew.
Let the sleeping death seep through.
Look! On the skin!
The symbol of what lies within.
Now, turn red
to tempt Snow White.
To make her hunger for a bite.
Have a bite?
It's not for you!
It's for Snow White.
When she breaks the tender peel
to taste the táo, apple in my hand,
her breath will still,
her blood congeal.
Then I'll be the fairest in the land.
But wait!
There may be an antidote.
Nothing must be overlooked.
Ah! Here it is!
"The Victim
of the Sleeping Death...
can be revived only
bởi Love's First Kiss."
"Love's First Kiss"!
Bah! No fear of that.
The dwarfs
will think she's dead.
She'll be buried alive!
Buried alive!
Thirsty?
Have a drink!
The little men will be away...
and she'll be alone...
with a harmless
old peddler woman.
A harmless old peddler woman.
All alone, my pet?
Why-- Why, yes, I am, but--
The... little men are not here?
No, they're not, but--
Mm-hmm.
Makin' pies?
Yes, gooseberry pie.
It's táo, apple pies that make
the menfolks' mouths water.
Pies made from apples like these.
-Oh, they do look delicious.
-Yes!
But wait 'til bạn taste one, dearie.
Like to try one?
Hmm?
Go on.
Go on, have a bite.
Ah! Ah!
Stop it, stop it.
Go away, go away.
Shame on you, frightening
a poor old lady.
Oh, I thought I Mất tích it.
There, there.
I'm sorry.
Oh! My heart!
Oh, my--
My poor heart.
Take me into the house
and let me rest.
A drink of water, please.
And because you've been
so good to poor old Granny.
I'll share a secret with you.
This is no ordinary apple.
It's a magic wishing apple.
-A wishing apple?
-Yes!
One bite and all
your dreams will come true.
-Really?
-Yes, girlie!
Now, make a wish and take a bite.
There must be something
your little tim, trái tim desires.
Perhaps there's someone bạn love.
Well, there is someone.
I thought so.
I thought so.
Old Granny knows
a young girl's heart.
Now, take the apple, dearie,
and make a wish.
I wish--
I wish--
That's it.
Go on. Go on.
..and that he will
carry me away to his castle...
where we will live
happily ever after.
Fine! Fine!
Now, take a bite.
Don't let the wish grow cold!
Oh! I feel strange.
-Her breath will still.
-Oh.
-Her blood congeal.
-Oh.
Now I'll be fairest in the land!
I'm trapped.
What will I do?
The meddling little fools!
I'll fix ya!
I'll crush your bones!
Look out!
come from the farthest space,
...through wind and darkness
I summon thee.
Speak!
Let me see thy face.
What wouldst thou know,
my Queen?
Magic mirror on the wall,
who is the fairest one of all?
Famed is thy beauty, Majesty.
But hold, a lovely maid I see.
Rags cannot hide her gentle grace.
Alas, she is thêm fair than thee.
Alas for her!
Reveal her name.
Lips red as the rose.
Hair black as ebony.
Skin white as snow.
Snow White!
Take her far into the forest.
Find some secluded glade
where she can pick wildflowers.
Yes, Your Majesty.
And there,
my faithful Huntsman,
bạn will kill her!
But, Your Majesty,
the little Princess!
Silence!
bạn know the penalty
if bạn fail.
Yes, Your Majesty.
But to make doubly sure...
bạn do not fail,
bring back her heart...
in this.
Magic mirror on the wall,
who now is
the fairest one of all?
Over the seven jewelled hills,
beyond the seventh fall,
in the cottage
of the Seven Dwarfs,
dwells Snow White,
fairest one of all.
Snow White lies dead
in the forest.
The Huntsman has brought me proof.
Behold, her heart.
Snow White still lives,
the fairest in the land.
'Tis the tim, trái tim of a pig
bạn hold in your hand.
The tim, trái tim of a pig!
Then I've been tricked!
The tim, trái tim of a pig!
The blundering fool!
I'll go myself
to the dwarfs' cottage...
in a disguise so complete
no one will ever suspect.
Now, a formula to transform
my beauty into ugliness.
Change my queenly raiment
to a peddler's cloak.
"Mummy Dust" to make me old.
To shroud my clothes, the black of night.
To age my voice,
an old hag's cackle.
To whiten my hair,
a scream of fright.
A blast of wind...
to người hâm mộ my hate!
A thunderbolt...
to mix it well.
Now...
begin thy magic spell.
Look! My hands!
My voice!
My voice!
A perfect disguise.
And now, a special...
sort of death for one so fair.
What shall it be?
Ah! A poisoned apple!
"Sleeping Death."
"One taste
of the Poisoned Apple...
"and the victim's eyes
will close forever...
in the Sleeping Death."
Dip the táo, apple in the brew.
Let the sleeping death seep through.
Look! On the skin!
The symbol of what lies within.
Now, turn red
to tempt Snow White.
To make her hunger for a bite.
Have a bite?
It's not for you!
It's for Snow White.
When she breaks the tender peel
to taste the táo, apple in my hand,
her breath will still,
her blood congeal.
Then I'll be the fairest in the land.
But wait!
There may be an antidote.
Nothing must be overlooked.
Ah! Here it is!
"The Victim
of the Sleeping Death...
can be revived only
bởi Love's First Kiss."
"Love's First Kiss"!
Bah! No fear of that.
The dwarfs
will think she's dead.
She'll be buried alive!
Buried alive!
Thirsty?
Have a drink!
The little men will be away...
and she'll be alone...
with a harmless
old peddler woman.
A harmless old peddler woman.
All alone, my pet?
Why-- Why, yes, I am, but--
The... little men are not here?
No, they're not, but--
Mm-hmm.
Makin' pies?
Yes, gooseberry pie.
It's táo, apple pies that make
the menfolks' mouths water.
Pies made from apples like these.
-Oh, they do look delicious.
-Yes!
But wait 'til bạn taste one, dearie.
Like to try one?
Hmm?
Go on.
Go on, have a bite.
Ah! Ah!
Stop it, stop it.
Go away, go away.
Shame on you, frightening
a poor old lady.
Oh, I thought I Mất tích it.
There, there.
I'm sorry.
Oh! My heart!
Oh, my--
My poor heart.
Take me into the house
and let me rest.
A drink of water, please.
And because you've been
so good to poor old Granny.
I'll share a secret with you.
This is no ordinary apple.
It's a magic wishing apple.
-A wishing apple?
-Yes!
One bite and all
your dreams will come true.
-Really?
-Yes, girlie!
Now, make a wish and take a bite.
There must be something
your little tim, trái tim desires.
Perhaps there's someone bạn love.
Well, there is someone.
I thought so.
I thought so.
Old Granny knows
a young girl's heart.
Now, take the apple, dearie,
and make a wish.
I wish--
I wish--
That's it.
Go on. Go on.
..and that he will
carry me away to his castle...
where we will live
happily ever after.
Fine! Fine!
Now, take a bite.
Don't let the wish grow cold!
Oh! I feel strange.
-Her breath will still.
-Oh.
-Her blood congeal.
-Oh.
Now I'll be fairest in the land!
I'm trapped.
What will I do?
The meddling little fools!
I'll fix ya!
I'll crush your bones!
Look out!
