The Duel

Good evening, Pierre
Studying?
Yes
How was the opera?
Lovely
Natalya Rostova was there
Oh?
Dear Andrey's betrothed?
I have known for years, and long carried affection for her

Yes, charming
Look, Dolokhov is 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

(Come on now! One more drink)

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-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

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 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

Natasha, Natasha
Her arms, her shoulders, her neck, her feet
The air of a connoisseur
I'm gonna make love to her
Better not, monsieur
She's first-rate, but nothing but trouble
Better wait 'til she's married

Anatole is a married man
A fact known only to his intimates
A Polish landowner of some small means
And forced him to marry his daughter

Well, 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 dishonor in that
As long as there's money and vodka
I'll keep a feather in my hat
Whoa-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

I used to love, I used to love
I used to be better
(Keep drinking, old man)
Yes, 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 in 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 three
Begin to advance
Rahz! Dva! Tri!

Pierre, hold your fire
Pierre, hold your fire
Pierre, not yet!
No!
Shot by a fool!
No, wait, I didn't mean –
Quiet, old man!
My turn
My turn

Pierre, stand back!
No!

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