歌詞

The Duel (決鬥) - Original Broadway Company of Natasha/Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812/Amber Gray/Josh Groban

Written by:Dave Malloy

Good evening Pierre

 

Studying

 

Yes

 

How was the opera

Lovely

 

Natalya Rostov was there

 

Oh

 

Oh that charming young girl

 

I have known her family four years

And long carried affection for her

 

Yes charming

 

Look Dolohov is coming round

And we are off to the club

 

Will you come old man

 

I will come

 

Lend me fifty rubles

 

Drink drink

 

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink

Gonna drink

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna

Drink drink

 

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna

Gonna drink

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink tonight

Gonna drink tonight

 

Drink with me my love

For there's fire in the sky

And there's ice on the ground

Either way my soul will die

Whoa

 

The doctors warn me

That with my corpulence

 

Vodka and wine are dangerous for me

 

But I drink a great deal

Only quite at ease

 

After pouring several glasses

Mechanically into my large mouth

 

Then I feel

A pleasant warmth in my body

 

A sentimental attachment to my fellow men

 

Keep drinking old man

Keep drinking old man

Drink the whole night through

 

Keep drinking old man

Keep drinking old man

Drink the whole night through

 

Keep drinking old man

Natasha Natasha

Her arms her shoulders her neck her feet

The air of a connoisseur

I will make love to her

Better not monsieur

She's first rate but nothing but trouble

 

Better wait till she's married

 

Anatole is a married man

A fact known only to his intimates

A Polish landowner of some small means

Had forced him to marry his daughter

Nevermind about that now

 

It doesn't matter

I don't give a damn

 

Just as a duck is made to swim in water

God has made me as I am

 

All I care for is gaiety and women

And there's no dishonor in that

 

As long as there's money and vodka

I'll keep a feather in my hat

 

Whoa

I used to love

I used to love

I used to be better

 

Keep drinking old man

Drink drink drink

 

God to think I married a man like you

Don't speak to me wife

 

There is something inside me

 

Dolokhov pour me another

Something terrible and monstrous

 

Here's to the health of married women

And a smile lurks at the corner of my mouth

Here's to the health of married women

And their lovers

 

Here's to the health of married women

Here's to the health of married women

And their lovers

 

Here's to the health of married women

Here's to the health of married women

And their lovers

 

How dare you touch her

You can't love her

 

Enough

You bully you scoundrel

 

I challenge you

 

Oh a duel

 

Yes this is what I like

 

He will kill you stupid husband

So I shall be killed

What is it to you

 

Anatole my guns

Oh this is horribly stupid

 

Well let's begin

 

This is child's play

 

As the adversaries have refused a reconciliation

 

We shall please proceed with the duel

 

Ready your pistols

 

And on the count of tri

 

Begin to advance

 

Rahz Dva Tri

 

Pierre hold your fire

 

Pierre hold your fire

 

Pierre not yet

 

No

 

Shot by a fool

 

No wait I didn't mean

Quiet old man

 

My turn

 

My turn

 

Pierre stand back

 

Missed missed

 

Oh my mother my angel

My adoréd angel mother

Take him away

The sun is rising

 

The duel is at an end

 

And Pierre Bezukhov is the winner

Winner

 

You are a fool

 

Well sweet sister

 

You certainly bring out the beast in men

What can I say

 

It's a gift

 

How I adore you

 

Will you ask Natasha to the ball tonight

 

Of course dear brother

 

Come on old man

Let's get you home

In a moment

 

Sleep it off

 

And be happy

 

We live to love another day

 

***歌詞來自第三方***