Natasha & Anatole

I have long wished to have this happiness
Ever since the Naryshkins' ball
Where I had the well-remembered
Pleasure of seeing you
How do you like the performance?
Last week, Semenova fell down on the stage

He is sensible and simple,
Bold and natural,
So strange and agreeable
There is nothing formidable
His smile is most naïve,
Cheerful and good-natured
And he's as handsome up close as at a distance
And he's as handsome up close as at a distance

And do you know, Natasha
We are having a costume tournament soon
You ought to come, please come!

Oh—

You ought to come, please come!

Oh, I—

And I never remove my smiling eyes
From your face
Your neck, your bare arms
And I never remove my smiling eyes
From your face, your neck, your bare arms

I know for certain that he is taken by me
I know for certain that he is enraptured by me
I feel him looking at my shoulders
My face, my neck, my
Bare arms

And I look you in the eye

And I look you in the eye

And looking into his eyes,
I am frightened
There's not that barrier of modesty
I've always felt with men
I feel so terribly near
I fear that he may seize me from behind
And kiss me on the neck

How do you like Moscow?

At first I did not like it much
Because what makes a town pleasant—
Ce sont les jolies femmes—
Isn't that so?
But now I like it
Very much indeed
Do come to the costume tournament, Countess, do come!
You will be the prettiest there
You will be the prettiest there
Do come, dear Countess,
And give me this flower as a pledge

We are speaking of most ordinary things

Yet I feel closer to you
Than I've ever felt with any other man
No-one else is here
No-one else can see us
Your eyes
Your eyes
Your eyes
Oh, your eyes

It's all right, Natasha, I'm here
It's all right, Natasha, I'm here

And I—
I cannot speak

Look straight into my eyes
Nearness
Tenderness
Smile at me
Gaze straight into my eyes
There is no barrier between us
There is nothing between us
Nothing between us