Lyrics Pierre & Natasha - Phillipa Soo, Dave Malloy

Pierre & Natasha

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