| Good evening Pierre
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| Studying?
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| Yes. |
| How was the opera?
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| Lovely. |
| Natalia Rostova was there.
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| Oh. |
| Oh that charming young girl.
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| I’ve known her since she was a child
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| and long carried affection for her.
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| Yes, charming.
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| Look, Dolokhov’s coming round
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| and we’re off to the club.
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| Will you come, old man?
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| I will come.
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| Lend me 50 roubles.
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| Drink drink
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| Gonna drink tonight
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| Gonna drink tonight
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| Gonna drink, gonna drink
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| Gonna drink tonight
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| Gonna drink tonight
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| Gonna drink tonight
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| Gonna drink drink
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| Gonna drink tonight
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| Gonna drink tonight
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| Gonna
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| Gonna drink tonight
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| Gonna drink tonight
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| Gonna drink tonight
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| Gonna drink tonight
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| Drink with me, my love
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| For there’s fire in the sky
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| And there’s ice on the ground
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| Either way my soul will day.
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| Ohhhhhhhh
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| Ohhhhhhhh
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| The doctor’s warned me
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| That with my corpulence
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| Vodka and wine are dangerous for me
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| But I drink a great deal
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| Only quite at ease
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| After pouring several glasses
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| Mechanically into my large mouth.
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| Then I feel a pleasant warmth in my body
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| A sentimental attachment to my fellow men.
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| Keep drinking old man
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| Keep drinking old man
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| Drink the whole night through
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| Keep drinking old man
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| Keep drinking old man
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| Drink the whole night through
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| Keep drinking old man
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| Now Anatole, what women tonight?
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| Moscow ladies or gypsy girls?
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| French actresses?
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| Just no more unmarried heiresses
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| so plain and boring.
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| And a little too dangerous, eh?
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| Anatole is a married man
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| a fact known only to his intimates.
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| A polish landowner of some small means
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| had forced him to marry his daughter.
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| Never mind about that now.
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| It doesn’t matter, I don’t give a damn.
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| Just as a duck is made to swim in water,
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| God has made me as I am.
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| All I care for is gaiety and women
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| And there’s no dishonour in that.
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| As long as there’s money and vodka,
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| I’ll keep a feather in my hat.
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| Ohhhhhhhh
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| Ohhhhhhhh
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| I used to love
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| I used to love
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| I used to be better
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| Keep drinking old man
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| Yes drink drink drink
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| drink drink drink
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| God to think I married a man like you.
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| Don’t speak to me wife,
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| There is something inside of me.
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| Dolokhov pour me another.
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| Something terrible and monstrous.
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| Here’s to the health of married women,
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| and a smile lurks at the corner of my mouth.
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| Here’s to the health of married women and their lovers.
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| Here’s to the health of married women
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| Here’s to the health of married women and their lovers.
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| Here’s to the health of married women
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| Here’s to the health of married women and their lovers.
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| How dare you touch her?
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| You can’t love her.
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| Enough!
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| You bully, you scoundrel, I challenge you.
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| Oh a duel, yes this is what I like.
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| He will kill you stupid husband.
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| So I shall be killed, what is it to you?
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| Anatole, my guns.
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| No this is horribly stupid.
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| Just show me where to go,
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| And tell me when to shoot.
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| Just wait until you’re close enough,
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| You’ll never hit him from 40 paces
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| Well let’s begin.
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| This is child' s play.
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| As the adversaries have refused
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| the reconciliation
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| We shall please proceed with the duels
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| Ready your pistols, and the on the count of 3
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| Begin to advance,
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| Pierre, hold your fire.
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| Pierre, hold your fire.
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| Pierre, not yet.
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| No.
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| My turn.
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| My turn.
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| Pierre, stand back.
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| Missed, missed.
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| Oh, my mother, my angel,
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| my adored angel mother.
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| Take him away.
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| Missed, missed.
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| Such a storm of feelings.
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| You are a fool.
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| Natasha, Natasha.
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| Her arms, her shoulders,
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| Her neck, Her feet.
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| The air of a connosieur.
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| I will make love to her.
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| And what will come of it?
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| She’s first rate, my dear,
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| But she’s not for you.
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| You’d better wait till she’s married.
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| You know I adore little girls;
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| They lose their heads at once.
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| Ask her to dinner, ey,
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| Sweet sister. |