Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Letters, artist - Original Broadway Company of Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812. Date of issue: 27.04.2017
Song language: English
Letters |
| In nineteenth-century Russia, we write letters |
| We write letters |
| We put down in writing |
| What is happening in our minds |
| Once it’s on the paper, we feel better |
| We feel better |
| It’s like some kind of clarity |
| When the letter’s done and signed |
| Dear Andrey |
| Dear old friend |
| How goes the war? |
| Do we march on the French splendidly? |
| Do our cannons crack and cry? |
| Do our bullets whistle and sing? |
| Does the air reek with smoke? |
| I wish I were there |
| With death at my heels |
| Dolokhov is recovering |
| He will be all right, the good man |
| And Natasha is in town |
| Your bride to be, so full of life and mischief |
| I should visit |
| I hear she is more beautiful than ever |
| How I envy you and your happiness |
| Here at home I drink and read and drink and read and drink |
| But I think I’ve finally found it |
| What my heart has needed |
| For I’ve been studying the Kabal |
| And I’ve calculated the number of the beast |
| It is Napoleon! |
| Six hundred three score and six |
| And I will kill him one day |
| He’s no great man |
| None of us are great men |
| We’re caught in the wave of history |
| Nothing matters |
| Everything matters |
| It’s all the same |
| Oh, if only I could not see «it» |
| This dreadful, terrible «it» |
| In nineteenth-century Russia, we write letters |
| We write letters |
| We put down in writing |
| What is happening in our minds |
| Dear Andrey— |
| What more can I write |
| After all that has happened? |
| What am I to do if I love him and the other one too? |
| Must I break it off? |
| These terrible questions |
| I see nothing but the candle in the mirror |
| No visions of the future |
| So lost and alone |
| And what of Princess Mary? |
| Dear Natasha |
| I am in deep despair at the misunderstanding there is between us |
| Whatever my father’s feelings might be |
| I beg you to believe that I cannot help loving you |
| He is a tired old man and must be forgiven |
| Please, come see us again |
| Dear Princess Mary— |
| Oh, what am I to write! |
| How do I choose? |
| What do I do? |
| I shall never be happy again |
| These terrible questions |
| I’m so alone here |
| So alone in here |
| And I see nothing |
| I see nothing but the candle in the mirror |
| No visions of the future |
| So lost and alone |
| In nineteenth-century Russia, we write letters |
| We write letters |
| We put down in writing |
| What is happening in our minds |
| Dear Natalie |
| A love letter |
| A love letter |
| A love letter |
| A letter from him, from the man that I love |
| A letter which I composed |
| A love letter |
| A love letter… |
| Natalie, Natalie, Natalie |
| I must love you or die |
| Natalie, Natalie, Natalie |
| If you love me, say yes |
| And I will come and steal you away |
| Steal you out of the dark |
| Natalie, Natalie, Natalie |
| I want nothing more |
| Natalie, Natalie, Natalie |
| I must love you or die |
| Natalie, Natalie, Natalie |
| If you love me, say yes |
| And I will come and steal you away |
| Steal you out of the dark |
| Natalie, Natalie, Natalie |
| I want nothing more |
| Just say yes |
| Just say yes |
| Just say yes |
| Yes, yes, I love him |
| How else could I have his letter in my hand? |
| I read it twenty times |
| Thirty times, forty times! |
| Each and every word |
| I love him, I love him |