Lyrics Pierre & Natasha - Dave Malloy feat. Phillipa Soo

Natasha was standing
In the middle of the drawing room
With a pale, yet steady face

When I appeared in the doorway
She grew flustered and I hurried to her
I thought that she would give me her hand

But instead she stopped, breathing heavily
Her thin arms hanging lifelessly

Just in the very pose
She used to stand in as a young girl
When she went to the middle of the ballroom to sing
But the look on her face was quite different

Peter Kirillovich

Pierre

Prince Bolkonsky was your friend
He is your friend
He once told me that I should turn to you

Pierre sniffed as he looked at her
But he didn't speak
'Til then he had reproached her
Tried to despise her
But now he felt such pity for her
There was no room in his soul for reproach

He is here now
Tell him to - tell him to forgive me

Yes, I will tell him to forgive you
But he gave me your letters -

No, I know that all is over
I know that it never can be
But still I'm tormented by the wrongs I've done him
Tell him that I beg him to forgive, forgive, forgive me
For everything

Yes, I will tell him, tell him everything
But - but I should like to know one thing
Did you love - did you love that bad man?

Don't call him bad!
But I don't know
I don't know at all

She began to cry
And a greater sense of pity
Tenderness and love
Overflowed Pierre's heart
He felt the tears begin to trickle
Underneath his spectacles
And he hoped that no-one would see

We won't speak of it anymore
We won't speak of it, my dear
But one thing I beg of you -
If you ever need a friend
Or simply to open your heart to someone -
Not now, but when your mind is clear
Think of me

Pierre grew confused

Don't speak to me like that
I am not worth it!

Stop, stop, stop
You have your whole life before you

Before me?
No, all is over for me

All over?

If - if I were not myself, but... but the brightest, handsomest, best man on Earth
And if I were free, I... I would get down on my knees this minute
And ask you for your hand
And for your love

For the first time in many days
I weep tears of gratitude
Tears of tenderness
Tears of thanks
And glancing at Pierre - oh, Pierre! -
I leave the room smiling

And restraining tears of tenderness
Tears of joy that choke me
I throw my fur coat on my shoulders
Unable to find the sleeves
Outside, my great broad chest
Breathes in deep the air with joy
Despite the ten degrees of frost
And I get into my sleigh