Dave Malloy, Nick Choksi, Amber Gray, Josh Groban, Lucas Steele - The Duel lyrics

Good evening, Pierre studying?

Yes how was the opera?

Lovely natalya Rostova was there

Oh? Dear Andrey's betrothed?
I have known her family for
Years and long carried affection for her

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

I will come

Lend me fifty rubles?

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 warned me
That with my corpulence

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 man

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

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

The air of a connoisseur

I will make love to her

Better not, monsieur
She's first rate, but nothing but trouble

Better wait till she's married

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

Nevermind 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 dishonor in that
As long as there's money and vodka
I'll keep a feather in my hat

Whoa

I used to love i used to love
I used to be better

Keep drinking old man

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

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

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 on the count of tri
Begin to advance

Rahz! Dva! Tri!

Pierre, hold your fire
Pierre, hold your fire pierre, not yet!

(PIERRE shoots DOLOKHOV)

No! Shot by a fool!

No, wait, I didn't mean –

Quiet, old man! My turn

My turn

Pierre, stand back!

(HÉLÈNE screams)

Missed, missed oh my mother, my angel
My adoréd angel mother

Take him away

The sun is rising the duel is at an end
And Pierre Bezukhov is the winner

Winner

You are a fool

Well, sweet sister
You certainly bring out the beast in men

What can I say? It's a gift

How I adore you
Will you ask Natasha to the ball tonight?

Of course, dear brother

Come on, old man let's get you home

In a moment

Sleep it off and be happy
We live to love another day