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Letters Lyrics - Artist : Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet Of 1812 Original Broadway Cast
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In nineteenth-century Russia, we write letters We write letters We put down in writing What is happening in our minds Once it's on the paper, we feel better We feel better It's like some kind of clarity When the letter's done and signed [Pierre:] Dear Andrey Dear old friend How goes the war? Do we march on the French splendidly? Do our cannons crack and cry? Do our bullets whistle and sing? Does the air reek with smoke? I wish I were there With death at my heels Dolokhov is recovering He will be all right, the good man And Natasha is in town Your bride to be, so full of life and mischief I should visit I hear she is more beautiful than ever How I envy you and your happiness Here at home I drink and read and drink and read and drink But I think I've finally found it What my heart has needed For I've been studying the Kabal And I've calculated the number of the beast It is Napoleon! Six hundred three score and six And I will kill him one day He's no great man None of us are great men We're caught in the wave of history Nothing matters Everything matters It's all the same Oh, if only I could not see "it" This dreadful, terrible "it" [All:] In nineteenth-century Russia, we write letters We write letters We put down in writing What is happening in our minds [Natasha:] Dear Andrey What more can I write After all that has happened? What am I to do if I love him and the other one too? Must I break it off? These terrible questions [Natasha |
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