Текст песни Natasha, Pierre And The Great Comet Of 1812 - Pierre & Natasha

[PIERRE]Natasha was standingIn the middle of the drawing roomWith a pale yet steady faceWhen I appeared in the doorwayShe grew flustered and I hurried to herI thought that she would give me her handBut instead she stoppedBreathing heavilyHer thin arms hanging lifelesslyJust in the very poseShe used to stand in as a young girlWhen she went to the middle of the ballroom to singBut the look on her face was quite different[NATASHA]Peter Kirilovich[PIERRE]Pierre[NATASHA]Prince Bolkonsky was your friend—He is your friendHe once told me that I should turn to you[PIERRE]Pierre sniffed as he looked at her, but he didn't speak'Til then he had reproached her, and tried to despise herBut now he felt such pity for herThat there was no room in his soul for reproach[NATASHA]He is here nowTell him to—tell him to forgive me[PIERRE]Yes, I will tell him to forgive youBut, he gave me your letters—[NATASHA]No, I know that all is overI know that it never can beBut still I'm tormented by the wrongs I've done himTell him that I beg him to forgive, forgiveForgive me for everything[PIERRE]Yes I will tell him, tell him everythingBut—But I should like to know one thingDid you love—Did you love that bad man?[NATASHA]Don't call him badBut I don't know, I don't know at all[PIERRE]

She began to cryAnd a greater sense of pity, tenderness, and love overflowed Pierre's heartHe felt the tears begin to trickle underneath his spectaclesAnd he hoped that no one would seeWe won't speak of it anymoreWe won't speak of it, my dearBut one thing I beg of you, consider me your friendAnd if you ever need help, or simply to open your heart to someoneNot now, but when your mind is clearThink of me—Pierre grew confused[NATASHA]Don't speak to me like thatI am not worth it![PIERRE]Stop, stop, stop!You have your whole life before you—[NATASHA]Before me? No, all is over for me![PIERRE]All over?(Music stops.)If I were not myselfBut the brightest, handsomestBest man on earthAnd if I were free—I would get down on my knees this minuteAnd ask you for your handAnd for your love(Music resumes.)[NATASHA]And for the first time in many daysI weep tears of gratitudeTears of tendernessTears of thanksAnd glancing at PierreOh PierreI leave the room smiling[PIERRE]And restraining tears of tendernessTears of joy which choke meI throw my fur coat on my shouldersUnable to find the sleevesOutside, my great broad chestBreathes in deep the air with joyDespite the ten degrees of frostAnd I get into my sleigh

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