Preparations

Preparations - Nick Choksi/Lucas Steele/Josh Groban

Lyrics by：Dave Malloy

Composed by：Dave Malloy

Produced by：Dave Malloy/Sonny Paladino/Janet Kagan/Howard Kagan

Ah Anatole

Where are you off too

Pierre good man

Tonight I go away on an adventure

You'll not be seeing me for some time

I've found a new pleasure

And I'm taking her away

I'll send you a letter from Poland

Ha an elopement

Fool you are married already

Don't talk to me of that

I will not deprive myself of this one

Tonight I take her tonight

Lend me fifty rubles

Ah that's a true sage

Living in the moment

What I wouldn't give to be like him

The plan for Natalie Rostova's abduction

Had all been arranged and the preparations made

On the day that Sonya decided to save her

That was the day that the game was to be played

Natasha was to be on her back porch at ten

Anatole and his troika would scoop her up and then

They'd ride forty miles to the village of Kamenka

Where an unfrocked priest was to make 'em get wed

Then back into the troika off they'd go

Take the Poland highroad to the wedding bed

Passports horses

Ten thousand rubles I have taken from my sister

And another ten thousand raised with Dolokhov's help

We were gathered in my study drinking up some tea

Just Anatole the two wedding witnesses and me

An abacus and paper money strewn on the desk

Persian rugs and bearskins hanging grotesque

Anatole was walking with his uniform unbuttoned

Walking to and fro

To and fro

To and fro

To and fro

To and fro

To and fro

To and fro

Now wait

You better

Just

Give it up now

Why dontcha

While there's still time

You'd really better drop it all

Give it up now

While there's still time

Do you know

What teasing again

Fool don't talk nonsense

Go to the devil eh

Really this is no time for your stupid jokes

I am not joking I am talking sense

This is serious business a dangerous business

Come here come here come here Anatole

Why would I joke about it

Me of all people

Who found the priest raised the money

Got the passports got the horses

And well I think you for it

Do you think I am not grateful

And now you'll carry her away

But will they let it stop there

You haven't thought this through or do you just don't care

Now listen to me tell it to you one last time

They will take you to the court

And convict you for your crime

Already married and you're playing with a little girl

Don't you know don't you think don't you know

Nonsense nonsense

I'm scowling and grimacing

Didn't I explain it to you didn't I what

And here Anatole

With the stubborn attachment smallminded people have

For conclusions they've worked out for themselves

Repeated his argument to me for the hundredth time

If this marriage isn't valid

Then I'm off the hook

But if it is valid it really doesn't matter

No one abroad is gonna know a thing about it

Isn't that so now don't you know

Don't talk to me don't don't what what

Ah go to hell now

I'm aclutching my hair

It's the very devil

Here feel how it beats

Ah mon cher mon cher

Quel pied quel regard

What a foot she has what a glance

A goddess

And my handsome lips

Mutter something tender to myself

It's time

It's time

Now then Nearly ready

You're dawdling

The driver is here

The driver is here

Balaga is here