Russian Movie/Good Times

Flame of St. Petersburg, the final reel, Tatyana Alexandrova
Vedette du cabaret, is singing her final number
Aaah, aaah, aaah

All of St. Petersburg is there. The Tsar himself is in the audience
It is a farewell performance, for tomorrow she will become the
Countess Ostrovsky

There's going to be good times
Nothing but good times
They're going to be scattering those clouds all gray
And all of those bad times
Those terrible bad times
Are going to be packing up and leaving town today
So put on a smile
Start waving your hand
Whatever was grim is going to be grand
And
There's going to be good times
Nothing but good times
Good times are coming your way

Cut to her dressing room and her faithful maid, Lisette
"Madame"
Yes, Lisette!
"This note arrived for you"
"Count Ostrovsky has deceived you
Your lover, the student revolutionary Bolshevik anarchist, Anatol
Will be shot! Ah!
As he waits for you in vain on the Pushkin bridge
This evening at the stroke of midnight. A friend."
I must save him, summon my troika
"But, Madame. the danger!"
Not a word, Lisette. Pas un mot!

To be in love is the sweetest thing
But to risk everything for love is even sweeter!
Tatyana, my love
C'est lui, Ostrovsky
"How you hate him!"
Oh, God!
My carriage is waiting, my love!
Quick. There's no time. I must slip out the back way
Hold him at bay for as long as you can
Tatyana!
Adieu, Lisette. Courage
Tatyana!

Cut to dark shadowy streets. Snow is falling
The wind is whistling. A night of terror
The clock strikes midnight
Tatyana dismisses her troika driver
And as she hurries down the empty, terrifying night-shadowed streets
Her whole life swirls before her
At last she sees the bridge over the canal
And in the light of a solitary streetlamp, her lover
She is in time
She will save him. They will flee to Paris
She begins to run but his figure seems to recede
It's like a terrible dream
Anatol!
He turns. His eyes light up. He calls to her
Tatyana!
Bang. Close up
Joy, not pain
Illuminates her features
Courage, not fear is writ large across her face
This is not death. This is ecstasy

Anatol, my Anatol!
I wanted to warn you!
"What have you done for me, my Tatyana?"
Nothing, nothing, my Anatol!
Red blood stains the snowy street
She is fading fast. But she is in her lover's arms again at last
And somehow forever

So put on a smile
Start waving your hand
Whatever was grim is going to be grand
And
There's going to be good times
Nothing but good times
Viva la guerra, viva la revolucion, viva-!
Good times are coming our way
Fade to black
The end