[ALL] In nineteenth-century Russia, we write letters We write letters We put down in writing What is happening in our minds
Once it's on the paper, we feel better We feel better It's like some kind of clarity When the letter's done and signed
[PIERRE] Dear Andrey Dear old friend How goes the war? Do we march on the French splendidly? Do our cannons crack and cry? Do our bullets whistle and sing? Does the air reek with smoke?
I wish I were there With death at my heels
Dolokhov is recovering He will be all right, the good man And Natasha is in town Your bride to be, so full of life and mischief I should visit I hear she is more beautiful than ever How I envy you and your happiness
Here at home I drink and read and drink and read and drink But I think I've finally found it What my heart has needed
For I've been studying the Kabal And I've calculated the number of the beast It is Napoleon! Six hundred three score and six And I will kill him one day He's no great man None of us are great men We're caught in the wave of history Nothing matters Everything matters It's all the same Oh, if only I could not see "it" This dreadful, terrible "it"
[ALL] In nineteenth-century Russia, we write letters We write letters We put down in writing What is happening in our minds
[NATASHA] Dear Andrey—
What more can I write After all that has happened? What am I to do if I love him and the other one too? Must I break it off? These terrible questions
[NATASHA & PIERRE] I see nothing but the candle in the mirror No visions of the future So lost and alone
[NATASHA] And what of Princess Mary?
[MARY] Dear Natasha I am in deep despair at the misunderstanding there is between us Whatever my father's feelings might be I beg you to believe that I cannot help loving you He is a tired old man and must be forgiven Please, come see us again
[NATASHA] Dear Princess Mary—
Oh, what am I to write! How do I choose? What do I do? I shall never be happy again
[PIERRE] These terrible questions
[MARY] I'm so alone here
[NATASHA & PIERRE] So alone in here
[MARY] And I see nothing
[NATASHA, PIERRE & MARY] I see nothing but the candle in the mirror No visions of the future So lost and alone
[ALL] In nineteenth-century Russia, we write letters We write letters We put down in writing What is happening in our minds
[ANATOLE] Dear Natalie A love letter A love letter A love letter
[NATASHA] A letter from him, from the man that I love
[DOLOKHOV] A letter which I composed
[ALL] A love letter A love letter...
[ANATOLE] Natalie, Natalie, Natalie I must love you or die Natalie, Natalie, Natalie If you love me, say yes And I will come and steal you away Steal you out of the dark Natalie, Natalie, Natalie I want nothing more
Natalie, Natalie, Natalie I must love you or die Natalie, Natalie, Natalie If you love me, say yes And I will come and steal you away Steal you out of the dark Natalie, Natalie, Natalie I want nothing more
Just say yes Just say yes Just say yes
[NATASHA] Yes, yes, I love him How else could I have his letter in my hand? I read it twenty times Thirty times, forty times! Each and every word I love him, I love himTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
