The Opera - Original Broadway Company of Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812.lrc

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Dave Malloy
[00:00.78] 作曲 : Dave Malloy
[00:01.56]MARYA D.
[00:03.42]The opera, the opera!
[00:06.11]Stop mooning and moaning, we’ll miss the curtain!
[00:10.44]SERVANT
[00:11.07]Ladies
[00:13.16]Welcome to the opera
[00:17.81]SONYA
[00:18.83]Bare arms and shoulders
[00:20.68]Brilliant uniforms
[00:21.94]Pearls and silk
[00:22.77]Glittering before our eyes
[00:25.07]Feminine envy
[00:27.24]A whole crowd of memories
[00:29.38]Desires and emotions
[00:31.60]Natasha, smooth your gown
[00:33.25]Chorus
[00:33.77]Natasha, smooth your gown
[00:35.81]NATASHA
[00:36.15]Looking in the glass
[00:38.16]I see I am pretty
[00:39.81]Not a girl anymore
[00:42.05]I’ve never felt like this before
[00:45.00]Hundreds of eyes
[00:47.07]Looking at my bare arms
[00:48.92]My bare arms and neck
[00:51.30]My bare arms and shoulders
[00:55.43]Chorus
[00:57.33]The two remarkably pretty girls
[01:00.63]Had not been seen in Moscow in many years
[01:04.28]Everybody knew vaguely of Natasha’s engagement
[01:11.60]One of the finest matches in all of Russia
[01:15.18]SONYA
[01:15.41]Look, there’s Alexey, home from the war at last
[01:18.31]MARYA D.
[01:18.55]He has changed
[01:19.54]Dear me, Michael Kirilovich has grown still stouter!
[01:22.67]Chorus
[01:23.01]There’s Boris and Julie, engaged
[01:25.86]And Anna Mikhaylovna, what a headdress she has on!
[01:30.04]HÉLÈNE
[01:30.40]And is that Natasha
[01:33.70]Chorus
[01:34.01]And is that Natasha
[01:36.07]And is that Natasha
[01:38.06]NATASHA
[01:38.63]They are looking at me
[01:39.65]They are talking about me!
[01:41.43]They all like me so much
[01:43.39]The women envious
[01:44.67]The men calming their jealousy
[01:47.23]SERVANT
[01:47.67]Announcing Fedya Dolokhov
[01:53.24]He dominates Moscow’s most brilliant young men
[01:56.81]He stands in full view
[01:58.90]Well aware he’s attracting attention
[02:00.84]Yet as much at ease as though he were in his own room
[02:04.83]MARYA D.
[02:05.25]Dolokhov was in the Caucasus
[02:06.90]And he killed the Shah’s brother!
[02:08.73]Now all the Moscow ladies are mad about him
[02:12.83]Dolokhov the assassin!
[02:17.43]SERVANT
[02:17.92]Announcing Countess Hélène Bezukhova
[02:24.69]The queen of society
[02:26.70]Beautiful, barely clothed
[02:28.79]Plump bare shoulders, and much-exposed neck
[02:32.42]Round which she wears a double string of pearls
[02:36.34]Chorus
[02:36.68]Hélène and Dolokhov, arm in arm
[02:38.56]Pierre the cuckold sits at home
[02:40.49]Pierre the cuckold sits at home
[02:42.48]The poor man
[02:43.31]PIERRE
[02:44.02]No, I am enjoying myself at home this evening
[02:47.99]NATASHA
[02:48.80]Oh, that neck
[02:52.51]Oh, those pearls
[02:56.56]HÉLÈNE
[02:56.87]So beautiful
[02:58.96]What a charming young girl
[03:02.62]So enchanting
[03:04.84]NATASHA
[03:05.26]I blush scarlet
[03:09.36]MARYA D.
[03:10.48]Countess Bezukhova, Pierre’s wife
[03:13.82]Have you been here long?
[03:15.21]And where is dear Pierre?
[03:17.19]He never used to forget us
[03:18.84]NATASHA
[03:19.13]Yes Pierre, that good man
[03:21.45]A little sad, a little stout
[03:24.01]He must come visit us
[03:26.18]HÉLÈNE
[03:26.39]I will implore him to do so
[03:28.79]MARYA D.
[03:29.11]There’s a woman one should stay far away from
[03:35.95]Now Natasha
[03:38.09]The curtain rises
[03:40.21]Chorus
[03:40.39]The curtain rises
[03:43.11]NATASHA
[03:43.39]Everyone in the boxes and the stalls became silent
[03:47.23]All the men, old and young, in uniform and evening dress
[03:52.28]All the women in the hall
[03:53.90]With gems on their bare flesh
[03:56.14]Turned their whole attention
[03:58.00]With curiosity to the stage
[04:05.23](Two singers perform a scene from an avant-garde opera. It is grotesque and amazing.)
[05:19.50]NATASHA
[05:22.66]Grotesque and amazing
[05:33.19]I cannot follow the opera
[05:36.09]Or even listen to the music
[05:39.69]I see painted cardboard
[05:42.12]Queerly dressed actors
[05:43.27]Moving and singing so strangely in the lights
[05:46.69]So false and unnatural
[05:49.77]I’m ashamed and amused
[05:53.59]And everyone else seems oblivious
[05:56.64]Yes everyone feigns delight
[06:00.56]SONYA
[06:00.85]And feeling the flood of brilliant lights
[06:03.49]The warm perfumed air heated by the crowd
[06:07.25]Natasha little by little
[06:10.49]Began to pass into a state of intoxication
[06:25.33]NATASHA
[06:25.88]Oh I’d tickle you all if I could
[06:32.75]Oh I’d tickle you all if I could
[06:44.76]SONYA
[06:45.42]And then
[06:46.88]A rush of cold air
[06:51.45]NATASHA & SONYA
[06:53.72]An exceptionally handsome man walked in
[06:56.96]With a confident yet courteous air
[07:07.02]HÉLÈNE
[07:07.54]This was Hélène’s brother
[07:10.81]Anatole Kuragin
[07:14.12]He moved with a swagger
[07:17.05]Which would have been ridiculous
[07:20.05]Had he not been so good-looking
[07:26.72]And though it was the middle of the act
[07:29.93]He walked right down the aisle
[07:33.64]His sword and spurs jangling
[07:36.75]His handsome perfumed head held high
[07:44.03]And he looked right at Natasha
[07:48.19]ANATOLE
[07:48.81]Mais charmante
[07:50.12]HÉLÈNE
[07:50.77]And he took his place in the front row next to Dolokhov
[07:56.78]NATASHA
[07:57.80]How handsome he is
[08:02.16]How intoxicating
[08:09.92]SONYA
[08:11.28]In the second act there were tombstones
[08:14.49]The moon over the footlights
[08:18.02]Horns and contrabass
[08:19.90]Black cloaks and daggers in their hands
[08:23.61]NATASHA
[08:25.15]I turn around again and our eyes meet
[08:29.36]He gazes straight into my eyes
[08:34.45]He is talking about me
[08:38.21]SONYA
[08:39.02]Candles burning
[08:40.51]A crimson throne
[08:42.21]The Tsar wails a mournful tune
[08:45.63]They all wave their arms
[08:47.28]And everybody cheers
[08:49.08]“Bravo, bravo!”
[08:52.27]NATASHA
[08:52.87]Every time I look at him
[08:54.23]He’s looking at me
[08:56.05]Every time I look at him
[08:57.52]He's looking at me
[08:59.48]Every time I look at him
[09:02.90]SONYA
[09:03.16]A terrible noise, a clatter in the crowd
[09:05.90]A storm of chromatic scales and diminished sevenths
[09:09.30]With rapturous faces everyone was shouting
[09:12.98]Screaming and shouting, “Bravo!”
[09:18.70]Chorus
[09:19.46]Bravo, bravo
[09:25.83]Bravo, bravo
[09:32.68]Bravo, bravo
[09:39.86]SONYA
[09:40.17]And then
[09:41.25]A rush of cold air
[09:43.60]And Anatole entered the box

文本歌词

作词 : Dave Malloy
作曲 : Dave Malloy
MARYA D.
The opera, the opera!
Stop mooning and moaning, we’ll miss the curtain!
SERVANT
Ladies
Welcome to the opera
SONYA
Bare arms and shoulders
Brilliant uniforms
Pearls and silk
Glittering before our eyes
Feminine envy
A whole crowd of memories
Desires and emotions
Natasha, smooth your gown
Chorus
Natasha, smooth your gown
NATASHA
Looking in the glass
I see I am pretty
Not a girl anymore
I’ve never felt like this before
Hundreds of eyes
Looking at my bare arms
My bare arms and neck
My bare arms and shoulders
Chorus
The two remarkably pretty girls
Had not been seen in Moscow in many years
Everybody knew vaguely of Natasha’s engagement
One of the finest matches in all of Russia
SONYA
Look, there’s Alexey, home from the war at last
MARYA D.
He has changed
Dear me, Michael Kirilovich has grown still stouter!
Chorus
There’s Boris and Julie, engaged
And Anna Mikhaylovna, what a headdress she has on!
HÉLÈNE
And is that Natasha
Chorus
And is that Natasha
And is that Natasha
NATASHA
They are looking at me
They are talking about me!
They all like me so much
The women envious
The men calming their jealousy
SERVANT
Announcing Fedya Dolokhov
He dominates Moscow’s most brilliant young men
He stands in full view
Well aware he’s attracting attention
Yet as much at ease as though he were in his own room
MARYA D.
Dolokhov was in the Caucasus
And he killed the Shah’s brother!
Now all the Moscow ladies are mad about him
Dolokhov the assassin!
SERVANT
Announcing Countess Hélène Bezukhova
The queen of society
Beautiful, barely clothed
Plump bare shoulders, and much-exposed neck
Round which she wears a double string of pearls
Chorus
Hélène and Dolokhov, arm in arm
Pierre the cuckold sits at home
Pierre the cuckold sits at home
The poor man
PIERRE
No, I am enjoying myself at home this evening
NATASHA
Oh, that neck
Oh, those pearls
HÉLÈNE
So beautiful
What a charming young girl
So enchanting
NATASHA
I blush scarlet
MARYA D.
Countess Bezukhova, Pierre’s wife
Have you been here long?
And where is dear Pierre?
He never used to forget us
NATASHA
Yes Pierre, that good man
A little sad, a little stout
He must come visit us
HÉLÈNE
I will implore him to do so
MARYA D.
There’s a woman one should stay far away from
Now Natasha
The curtain rises
Chorus
The curtain rises
NATASHA
Everyone in the boxes and the stalls became silent
All the men, old and young, in uniform and evening dress
All the women in the hall
With gems on their bare flesh
Turned their whole attention
With curiosity to the stage
(Two singers perform a scene from an avant-garde opera. It is grotesque and amazing.)
NATASHA
Grotesque and amazing
I cannot follow the opera
Or even listen to the music
I see painted cardboard
Queerly dressed actors
Moving and singing so strangely in the lights
So false and unnatural
I’m ashamed and amused
And everyone else seems oblivious
Yes everyone feigns delight
SONYA
And feeling the flood of brilliant lights
The warm perfumed air heated by the crowd
Natasha little by little
Began to pass into a state of intoxication
NATASHA
Oh I’d tickle you all if I could
Oh I’d tickle you all if I could
SONYA
And then
A rush of cold air
NATASHA & SONYA
An exceptionally handsome man walked in
With a confident yet courteous air
HÉLÈNE
This was Hélène’s brother
Anatole Kuragin
He moved with a swagger
Which would have been ridiculous
Had he not been so good-looking
And though it was the middle of the act
He walked right down the aisle
His sword and spurs jangling
His handsome perfumed head held high
And he looked right at Natasha
ANATOLE
Mais charmante
HÉLÈNE
And he took his place in the front row next to Dolokhov
NATASHA
How handsome he is
How intoxicating
SONYA
In the second act there were tombstones
The moon over the footlights
Horns and contrabass
Black cloaks and daggers in their hands
NATASHA
I turn around again and our eyes meet
He gazes straight into my eyes
He is talking about me
SONYA
Candles burning
A crimson throne
The Tsar wails a mournful tune
They all wave their arms
And everybody cheers
“Bravo, bravo!”
NATASHA
Every time I look at him
He’s looking at me
Every time I look at him
He's looking at me
Every time I look at him
SONYA
A terrible noise, a clatter in the crowd
A storm of chromatic scales and diminished sevenths
With rapturous faces everyone was shouting
Screaming and shouting, “Bravo!”
Chorus
Bravo, bravo
Bravo, bravo
Bravo, bravo
SONYA
And then
A rush of cold air
And Anatole entered the box