Текст песни The Duel - Lucas Steele, Nick Choksi, Dave Malloy & Amber Gray

Good evening, Pierre
Studying?

Yes
How was the opera?

Lovely
Natalya Rostova was there

Oh
Oh, that charming young girl?
I've known her since she was a child
And long carried affection for her

Yes, charming
Look, Dolokhov's coming round
And we are off to the club
Will you come, old man?

I will come

Lend me fifty roubles

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

Now, Anatole, what women tonight?
Moscow ladies or gypsy girls?
French actresses?

Just no more unmarried heiresses -
So plain and boring!

And a little too dangerous, eh?

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

Never mind 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 dishonour in that
As long as there's money and vodka
I'll keep a feather in my hat

Whoa
Whoa

I used to love, I used to love, I used to be better!

Keep drinking, old man

Yes, drink, drink, drink
Drink, drink, drink
God, to think I married a man like you

Don't speak to me, wife
There is something inside of 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

Just show me where to go, and tell me when to shoot

Just wait 'til you're close enough
You'll never hit him from forty paces

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 at the count of three
Begin to advance

Rahz, dva, tri!

Pierre, hold your fire
Pierre, hold your fire
Pierre, not yet

No! My turn!

My turn

Pierre, stand back

Missed, missed!
Oh, my mother, my angel
My adored angel mother

Take him away

Missed, missed!
Such a storm of feelings

You are a fool

Natasha, Natasha
Her arms, her shoulders, her neck, her feet

The air of a conoisseur

I will make love to her

And what will come of it?
She's first rate, my dear, but she's not for you
You'd better wait 'til she's married

You know, I adore little girls
They lose their heads at once
Ask her to dinner, eh?
Sweet sister